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Kaylan, 22, Montana, Student.


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DJ- “wait so he rose from the ashes could he be a phoenix?” Jeff- “…” “NO” “SHUT UP”

Jeff davis goes home and cries into his ice cream. How could anyone predict his totally original idea? He hastily scribbles into his notes that Parrish can no longer be a phoenix. He decides to make Parrish a GOD INSTEAD. NO ONE CAN SEE IT COMING. HE IS UNSTOPPABLE ONCE AGAIN.

oh snap derek he looks so mean in the show but im 1000% sure you’re a fucking teddy bear in rl whatEVER

first off can i have that jersey please for reasons

wow i never understood why everyone is irked by jeff davis but now 


so glad we get to spend most of this episode of wolf watch listening to jeff davis talking out of his ass


I am a girl with a body that does not always fit me.

It’s hard to tell people that you feel like your thighs owe you something for being too big, that you apologize for the ways your hips stick. Nobody has ever seen me any differently, but somehow I don’t think this body is mine. I am a girl with a body like a jigsaw puzzle, with a body I am still trying to fix. I am a girl with a hard body to love.

I am a girl with a body like an accident. I am a girl with a body that feels bloated sometimes, a body that has scars and stretchmarks. I am a girl with an unwanted body. I don’t always get told I’m beautiful; I don’t always think for myself.

Some days, I wake up so tired of this body, so angry at its creaks and moans, hating the ways it falls apart, hating everything, from the cellulite to the burn scars to the acne to the bruises. Some days, I would give anything to leave my body behind, slip it off like the most delicate of silken robes and walk around naked in a way nobody else seems to understand.

It’s hard to live in a body that has never been good enough. I don’t know how to explain myself, other than to say that I’ve been waging a war against my body for too long now. I want to say I’m sorry. I am a girl with a body that needs an apology, with a body that needs healing from all these ways I’ve wounded it. Nobody ever taught me to somehow pick a survivor out of these ashes and tell them to make peace with the killers of their country. It’s hard to live in a body that insists on pulling itself apart, a body that doesn’t know any better. It’s hard to live with this body when it is a universe collapsing.

This is my body — rough, worn, beaten. This is my home, my bed, my graveyard, and I will stand in the ruins I have made of this body and turn it into something to be learned. I will not let my body be a wreckage.

This is my body, scarred and bruised. This is my body, lonely. This is my body, however unwanted. My body —say it with me: my body. Mine, mine, mine.


-This Is My Body | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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