I am a(n):

White, nearly 30-year-old, cisgender woman.
Unapologetic Fatty.
Self-medicated mess.
Foodie.
Hairy, new-ish [lazy]Femme.
Slut.
Misandrist.
Childfree, straight-presenting, house-spouse /slash/ Dog Mom.
Liberal.
Intersectional Feminist.
Collector of interests.
Survivor.
Game lover.
Writer.
Wanna-be nail artist.
"Young" Denture Wearer.
Abortion-supporting Witch
"Texan trying to live a better, shame-free life in one of the toughest places to do that." [via]

...and this is my personal blog.

Here are some posts I've tagged 'About Me' that may provide more insight into who I am.

Here are my "vlogs."

If you know me "in real life," READ THIS!, and know this:

"There are a lot of things about me that aren't what you thought. But if you love me, you have to love all the things about me." -- Frances "Baby" Houseman

For what it's worth, operators of NSFW blogs, I do -NOT- consent to having my images reblogged or saved and uploaded to your site. (Only people who suck 12 rusty metal dildos at once disregard consent!)

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Your nose doesn’t belong there.

misscesarsalad:

So I’m at the gym and I have a conversation I’ve has 1,094,820 times before.

Girl: So is he your boyfriend or fiance?
Me: It’s complicated? We’re not engaged but are practically married.
Girl: Oh, so it’s like both
Me: Yeah I guess so. I would have married him 2 weeks after we got together.
Girl: NO, don’t do that.
Me: He’s a sure thing, I’m not worried about it.
Girl: Don’t do it, don’t make that mistake. It’s better you wait.

I hate this conversation. I understand most people have crappy experiences in love but my relationship is mine. I appreciate the thought but the advice isn’t wanted/needed.

Cesar’s a sure thing, we’re meant for each other. True love isn’t common but it does exist.

I wish people could mind their own business.

I tell people: “I knew when I saw Jordan I wanted to date him. After our first conversation alone (that lasted about 8 hours) I knew I wanted to marry him.”

We moved in together after knowing each maybe 2 weeks. We’ve been together over 7 years, married for 5 of those.

Some people know what they want. We wanted each other. We’ve had ups and downs, of course, we’ve grown up together and growing up means changing. Luckily we like the changes in each other. We don’t agree on everything, but if we did we’d never have anything to talk about. “Hey, what’s your thoughts on ____?” “The same as yours, silly.” “Okay.” NO THANKS!

I guess my point is: go with you instincts. I went with mine and I couldn’t be happier.

randomlancila:

patriciar3x:

Well thats what we do, we fight! You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass…which you are….99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You’ve got like a two second rebound rate and then you’re back doing the next pain in the ass thing.

so what!

So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard and we’re gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you……Forever. You and me. Every day.

This is my favourite dialogue of the entire movie. Love isnt easy. Real love takes work. Real love means not always agreeing on everything. Real love may mean a few bumps along the way but it’s worth it.

Oh god. I forgot about this part. This is me and Kev, CONSTANTLY. Because I mess up and I’m a bitch and I say and do things to him that he never deserves, and he takes it. And even now, I feel so much regret for some of the things I said to him and some of the ways I acted while he was here. So I have to work at it, every day, because that’s not who I am and Kev deserves someone amazing, and I’m so afraid the things I did might cause him to break up with me, and that’s the last thing I want. So I have to just keep working at it until this fear and this feeling goes away, because he’s all I want. Forever. Every day.

I say sometimes that I’m a lemon of a person. Broken, not worthy of the love and care so unselfishly showered onto me by Jordan. My crazy brings with it a lot of guilt and self-loathing that I have to fight every single day. Some days I win, some days I don’t. On those days, I say things I don’t mean.

“I wish you never met me.” “I know you’ll leave eventually.” “You are perfect and I’m just the person who cooks and cleans for you, I don’t contribute financially and therefor don’t think I contribute at all.” “You deserve someone tall and thin and lovely like yourself.” “I know people think, ‘OMG, WTF?!’ when they see you with me.” “I’m so sorry for being your albatross.” “All I do is mess things up for you. You would have a better life without me.” “I’m nothing more than a breathing moneypit.”

And he always replies with something along the lines of, “I want all of you……Forever. You and me. Every day.”

And it never ceases to make me smile.

(Source: nessuna-promessa)


“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World

On a scale of 1-10, how lame is it that I’m crying now?

Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World

On a scale of 1-10, how lame is it that I’m crying now?

RinRin Fantabulous: Here’s an ask that I got in two parts (stupid character limit!), so...

effasinfat:

rinrinfantabulous:

Here’s an ask that I got in two parts (stupid character limit!), so I’m just going to paste the whole thing here and respond to it:

Hey, I read your article about the acceptance of being fat etc and I find it amazing that someone can actually feel this way about themselves. I admire you so…

What a fantastic answer.

“We only accept the love we think we deserve.” —Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower

Like RinTin, I’ve been married 7+ years. I was constantly told in the beginning that Jordan was “WAY out of my league.” I even had “friends” ask me if he was gay; I still get “that look” sometimes, because he’s so “pretty” and I’m so “casual.” But here’s the thing: there are no leagues. There are only people. That league bullshit is just that—bullshit, but we’ve had it spoonfed to us since birth so we don’t know the truth.

I want you to see what I’ve written on this post. And this one. And this bit of perfection. You could search through my archives and find many more posts about hubby and I. Hell, there’s a hashtag dedicated to tracking our re-wedding. My point is this: if I can find someone and be blissful in a relationship, I don’t see why you (or anyone) can’t.

Once you love you, it’s much easier for others to love you, and for you to give love. I suppose that’s where anyone “looking for love” should start.

(Source: radiatorsister)

mothernaturenetwork:

Does the birth control pill make women happier?
Pill users during partner choice are less sexually satisfied/attracted to partners, but are more satisfied overall with their relationships.
“Although they’re less sexually satisfied, they are MORE satisfied with  nonsexual aspects of their relationship, including a partner’s financial  provision and support.”
Woah, woah, WOAH! Did I just read that gold diggers/women dependent on joint finances are happier than women having good sex? Good thing I’m in the poor/gettin-it-great group!
“These hormones influence what characteristics women are attracted to in a mate.”
So I only picked my man because some silly chemicals told me to? Um, duh. That’s how attraction works!
“When women are on the pill, however, they are in an “eternally pregnant  state,” meaning they aren’t ovulating and may be wired to instead to seek out genetically similar men — essentially, the genetic equivalent of a relative — because  evolutionarily, family would help raise the baby. This desire for  genetically similar men was found in a study published in the journal  Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences. That same 2008  study found that women not taking hormonal birth control prefer genetically dissimilar men and those with higher testosterone levels and more masculine features.”
Eternally pregnant?!?!?!?!?! I’m fucking out of here. *starts building spaceship*
“And supporting the lower sexual satisfaction in birth-control couples,  previous research has indicated that females with genetically similar  partners express lower sexual satisfaction and have a higher interest in  having sex with someone who isn’t their partner; essentially, they  think about cheating.”
That’s right, gals, you can blame your birth control for your infidelity!
“It’s not likely that a small change in a single biological parameter  will make a big difference,” noting that the differences the study  found, while statistically significant, were small.
Oh, nevermind. We were just kidding. You didn’t buy into any of that, did you?

mothernaturenetwork:

Does the birth control pill make women happier?

Pill users during partner choice are less sexually satisfied/attracted to partners, but are more satisfied overall with their relationships.

“Although they’re less sexually satisfied, they are MORE satisfied with nonsexual aspects of their relationship, including a partner’s financial provision and support.”

Woah, woah, WOAH! Did I just read that gold diggers/women dependent on joint finances are happier than women having good sex? Good thing I’m in the poor/gettin-it-great group!

“These hormones influence what characteristics women are attracted to in a mate.”

So I only picked my man because some silly chemicals told me to? Um, duh. That’s how attraction works!

“When women are on the pill, however, they are in an “eternally pregnant state,” meaning they aren’t ovulating and may be wired to instead to seek out genetically similar men — essentially, the genetic equivalent of a relative — because evolutionarily, family would help raise the baby. This desire for genetically similar men was found in a study published in the journal Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences. That same 2008 study found that women not taking hormonal birth control prefer genetically dissimilar men and those with higher testosterone levels and more masculine features.”

Eternally pregnant?!?!?!?!?! I’m fucking out of here. *starts building spaceship*

“And supporting the lower sexual satisfaction in birth-control couples, previous research has indicated that females with genetically similar partners express lower sexual satisfaction and have a higher interest in having sex with someone who isn’t their partner; essentially, they think about cheating.”

That’s right, gals, you can blame your birth control for your infidelity!

“It’s not likely that a small change in a single biological parameter will make a big difference,” noting that the differences the study found, while statistically significant, were small.

Oh, nevermind. We were just kidding. You didn’t buy into any of that, did you?

kylathegreat:

melasaurus:

Well this is bullshit. Postsecret really upsets me sometimes, because I wouldn’t wish these thoughts on anyone.
Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of true love (NOT EVEN YOURSELF), no matter what you look like. The number on the scale does not dictate anything.
Sincerely, 
A fatty completely and utterly in the depths of true love.


Co-signed !


Signed again, Sandy and Jordan (7+ years and going strong!)

kylathegreat:

melasaurus:

Well this is bullshit. Postsecret really upsets me sometimes, because I wouldn’t wish these thoughts on anyone.

Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of true love (NOT EVEN YOURSELF), no matter what you look like. The number on the scale does not dictate anything.

Sincerely, 

A fatty completely and utterly in the depths of true love.

Co-signed !

Signed again, Sandy and Jordan (7+ years and going strong!)

(Source: 24ribs)

It [depression] is like…every now and then someone will come along and wipe the fog off the glass and suddenly everything you are comes shining through, with such beauty and brilliance, and even after 7 years it still knocks the breath right out of me.
Me, to Jordan (via supersandys-space)

irl 'The Notebook'???

Couple married 72 years dies holding hands

A Message to Women From a Man: You Are Not "Crazy"

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Let our scars fall in love.

Galway Kinnell (via myquotelibrary)

This makes me bawl. Big, fat, fast falling tears.

(via missgingerlee)

kateordie:

There is seriously no time in your terrifying, short life to put up with people who don’t ‘get’ you.

kateordie:

There is seriously no time in your terrifying, short life to put up with people who don’t ‘get’ you.