And here’s a collection of Andy tweets.
some people were born today. hello babies welcome to the earth. you missed a bunch of stuff while you were busy not existing. jbiebs did some things you would not believe
the year is 2040 you are still not superior for not listening to pop music
I LITERALLY STRUGGLE TO BELIEVE THAT SOME PEOPLE HAVNT TRIED TIM TAMS, VEGEMITE, FAIRY BREAD, WIZZ FIZZ, CHICOS, MINTIES AND CARAMELLO KOALAS
U R MISSING SK MUCH
are those street names for drugs
Looking in my parents closet I’m going to throw up
this is hell
Whaaaat, parents have a sexual life? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo
seriously, grow up please.
if accepting the fact that my mom uses nipple tassels is part of growing up then i don’t want to grow up
what if it’s not your mom who uses them
just think about y’all millions and millions of little dark skinned black girls are going to go to the supermarket with their parents this month and when they’re waiting in line at the check out aisle they’re going to look up and see Lupita Nyong’o being hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world god is amazing
my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.
I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder in 2012 and I take like these natural anti anxiety medications but theyre not working like they used to work really well but like idk
I CANT STOP LAUGHING