? The size of the boobs is the cup size. So if your boobs were c before and they're c now they didn't grow, you probably gained like 5 pounds in your back or sides. The number has nothing to do with the boob size lol
while that’s true i also had fit into a 36B/32C and now i can’t fit into B cups at all but i’m a bigger C so it’s probably both
i’ve lost weight actually which makes this even weirder like
He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”
It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swivelled from one exit to another.
The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.
So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.
"Hi," I said with a little smile.
He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.
"I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."
That’s about when it got…..weird.
He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.
But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.
"Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"
"What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.
And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”
Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.
"DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."
That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”
my dad never let me borrow his fergie cd because she was lookin sexy on the cover and he didn’t want me to what? masturbate to it? well little did he know that that exact action was what turned me gay. should’ve lent me that cd, dad
i thought you were gay because your mom used to play you cher songs while you were still in the womb
i make posts up all the time i have no idea who my real parents are
“My third grade teacher called my mother and said, ‘Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don’t get him into therapy.’ And wouldn’t you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a LOVELY green and black dress.”—Laverne Cox, speaking at the University of Kentucky (via so-nyeo-shi-daze)
when men dress up as women or white people wear hijabs or darken their skin in order to “see how hard it is,” they’re simply admitting that they believe those members of those groups are untrustworthy to the point that they can’t honestly relay the reality of their own experiences.
Uh… how can I explain this… Okay. Having cancer is hard. It’s painful, it’s stressful, people go through emotional and financial trauma as well as the physical illness… but you don’t understand that, you don’t truly understand that, unless you’ve had cancer
I also realize that often when people dress/act as a minority, they do it to share their experience with others. You may be referring to the fact that some people understand better when someone who does this explains it. It’s not because the person who did it is more trustworthy.. it’s because they did it from a point of view of someone who has never had to deal with these hardships and can explain better the differences between the two lifestyles, they can really impress upon others how shocked they were, how important these differences are… because, in a sense, they’ve experienced both.
“It just didn’t work out. I was 22 when I got married. 22. The same age I was when someone asked me to draw a map of the world and I just straight up forgot South America.”—Pete Holmes on his failed marriage [x] (via cinemaria)
Don’t shame the girls who sent pictures of themselves half-naked to their significant others as a way to express eroticism which is healthy and natural… give the people hell who think it’s okay to destroy someone’s trust and distribute those images simply for entertainment purposes.
Say it again. I don’t think they got it the first time. Too much truth.
once when i was little, i claimed it was a teacher’s work day so i wouldn’t have to go to school and mom’s not an idiot so of course it didn’t work, but when we got to the school, we found it was a teacher’s work day and that made me think i had super powers so i started trying to kill classmates with my mind to confirm the theory
You thought you had super powers so you immediately attempted to murder everyone
“A 2007 Rhode Island study looked at 30 men and 30 women who had just had coronary-artery bypass surgery and tracked the medications they were given. The researchers were astonished to find that men got pain medications, while women got sedatives. With chronic pain problems, women’s symptoms are often minimized.”—
when i was 6 years old i was being babysat by some girls down the street and they were talking about their friend who got pregnant and I was like “what’s pregnant” and they were like “it means fat” so when i got in the car with my dad to go home i was like “dad, i’m pregnant” and he hit he breaks and looked at me so mortified for about 5 minutes and then said “rin you’re fucking six years old” and then kept driving
Like most girls, my daughter hears, “That’s a pretty dress, did you pick it yourself?” or “What lovely hair you have,” or “You have the most amazing eyelashes,” or “I like the bows on your shoes,” or “You are so cute” almost every time somebody engages in conversation with her.
If family, friends, shop assistants, complete strangers, and even Santa only remark on how girls look, rather than what they think and do, how can we expect girls to believe that they have anything more to offer the world than their beauty?
being a boy in a dress doesn’t make you gender fluid
its makes you a boy IN A DRESS
Being a transphobic fuck makes you a transphobic fuck.
I don’t think they’re being transphobic, I think they ment that you can wear whatever you want without being generfluid. Like a girl who wears boy clothes, and says she is a girl, means she’s a girl. If a boy wears girl clothes, and says he is a boy, he’s a boy.
Whether it was joking or serious. I’m doing a project for school about how these words have slipped Into society’s everyday vocabulary and why they need to be taken more seriously. Please reblog I need to know.
making fun of girls for having “daddy issues” is literally the most illogically cruel thing i can think of haha “hey you! your dad sucked! i bet that really impacted your life and the way you form relationships with other people lmfao fuckin loser”
the only reason y’all hate jennifer lawrence is because there’s a convenient little list of everything bad she’s said floating around the internet and you read it and decided yes she’s a horrible person. what if someone compiled a list of everything stupid and ignorant you’ve ever said and done and sent it to everyone they know. are you a bad person? probably not. are you gonna seem like one? probably