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Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~
By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.
I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.
thank you so much for this comic imp.
in Swedish we don’t say “i love you”, we say “min älskare är en älg” which means “my heart will forever be yours” i think that’s beautiful
pierce-the-memphis-mice-and-men:
Holy fucking shit. This looks painful.
THE WALL OF DEATH.
I remember the first time I was in the Wall of Death. It was at Of Mice & Men’s set at Warped Tour ‘12 and at first, me and my friend had no clue what the fuck was going on. So Austin says “go!”, and everyone starts running, basically pushing me and my friend along. Me, being the clumsy and accident prone person I am, fell in the middle of the pit and like 6 people fell on top of me. I thought I was gonna fucking die (and I may or may not have starting crying.. shh). Eventually everyone got off of me and gave me a little room to get up, and two boys helped me back to my feet, forever proving that the metal fanbase is the most amazing fanbase ever c:
Okay that paragraph totally switched mentalities at the end.
Please ;____;
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
