you want a man with a strong jawline so you have a sturdy place to sit
Women need to stop thinking that men are judging their bodies. Men don’t care about cellulite. Men aren’t looking at your stomach. They’re so happy that you’re there and you have your clothes off!
i want to get better but i want to get worse
i want to recover but i dont want to gain weight
i love food so much but i hate eating
i want to keep trying but i want to give up
i know i look terrible but i feel so fat
i know im sick but not sick enough
i want to care for…
I keep switching from “wow I need to restrict and become super skinny and dainty” to “I need to eat clean and exercise more and be really fit” to “I can eat whatever the fuck I want, I’m supposed to be recovering after all” and it’s so exhausting.
I can’t stress enough how accurate this is
Words, man. Words.
I just printed this out to hang in my classroom. Beautiful.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.