Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
When I was watching TV this morning I saw an advert from the RSPCA appealing for donations to prevent animal cruelty, and the video clips they played all showed these tiny, shrunken, abused animals; cats and dogs with sad eyes and rib cages jutting out and their bony legs trembling under their small weight because they were so weak and starved. As soon as I saw this I immediately remembered some ‘thinspo’ I’d seen reblogged on my dashboard a few weeks ago, and it suddenly dawned on me just how strange thinspo seems when you really think about it. The top image in undoubtedly cruel, inhumane, and wrong, because the animal has been starved against it’s will, and yet the second image is something thousands and thousands of girls aspire to look like. For many, the second image is beautiful and desirable. But what is the difference really? The same bones are showing, they are both ill and weak. If the girl in the picture was given the dog to take care of, she would undoubtedly feed it up slowly and nurse it back to health, but she could not do the same for herself. It’s so strange how humans are going against the instinct to eat, despite living a privileged life where food is available at all times, they are forcing themselves to become an unnatural and twisted shape. A sick shape. I compare these two pictures, I see their similarities, but I also see the differences in how they are received by people who see them, it confuses me, but most of all it breaks my heart.
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Absolutely the most powerful thing I’ve read in far too long.
Thank you everyone. I just felt quite strongly about this and I’m glad other people seem to agree with me
Changed my mind completely…whoa.
because i run it
fire exits are so dumb. if a building starts burning the fire isn’t going to just leave. fire doesn’t even know what exits are
Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.
Photographic evidence of Justin throwing small minority children and smiling about it.