greenekangaroo:

golbatgender:

jezi-belle:

sea-dilemma:

lolotehe:

serbianslayer:

mightbeunknown:

uacboo:

From Twitter.

is it weird that as i got through the tweet my understanding of it lessens?

If you had a recent ancestor who went through starvation it actually altered their genetics and may have passed down genes to you that make you hold on to fat. So this tweet is more accurate than you’d think.

More on that.

Seriously, my body is expecting the next ice age.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

MY FUCKING GREAT GRANDFATHER LITERALLY FLED LEBANON DUE TO A FUCKING FAMINE AND MY GRANDMOTHER AND DAD AND I ARE ALL FAT AS FUCKING HELL.

FUCK ME RUNNING I DID NOT KNOW THIS.

…That’s going to apply also to anyone whose recent ancestors voluntarily dieted a lot, isn’t it. Diet culture long-term causes more obesity. Sure, it takes decades to show up, but anything you’d hear today about childhood obesity would reflect that. Exercising is still very good for most people, but trying to lose weight shouldn’t be the goal for most people, because a) it usually doesn’t work very well or it comes back and b) your kids or grandkids could end up with extra wonky metabolisms. (And while fat itself is actually not that much of a problem if you keep your fitness up, it can be hard on your joints. That’s actually the biggest health risk if you’re “small end of fat,” under 40, and active–joint problems.)

THAT MOTHERFUCKING ARTIFICIAL FAMINE THAT’S IT I’M GONNA FIGHT THE ENGLISH 

mirsama:

yaoi-smasher6969:

Tbh???? I don’t have the fuckn time to pick and choose who can come to pride or use the acronym lgbt+. I got like, actual problems. Like bigots who wanna kill me and stuff. And money. Anyway happy pride, if you say you’re LGBT+, you don’t wanna hurt anyone, and you ID as lgbt+ in some way, I believe you because who has the fuckn time to examine everyone’s identity? I’m busy. I have a cat to feed.

Mood

I had a dream last night where I had a loose tooth. I kept pushing it back down and into place with my tongue, but when I’d move or talk, it would come up even farther until I finally realized that if I tried to sleep with it in my mouth, well it could be dangerous. So I lightly pressed up on it and it popped out. When I went to take it out of my mouth, it turned out to be like four of my teeth clumped together. I rolled over in bed to show it to my partner in horror. I only had my back molar left on that side. I had to go to the mirror and see how obvious it was before the level of my disturbance finally woke me. Ugh. I did not like that one.