I want to go to there

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I hate people. 

I want to be strong, a badass. I don’t really care if I have muscle definition, if I’m “cut” or not, but I’d rather have visible biceps than some of the flab I have now.

I don’t care about the number on the scale. 

I think leg muscles look much better than sickly thin ones, and I’d rather have my thighs touching than looking too weak to hold me. 

I want to be able to hold my own weight, to do more than three push ups(seriously:$)

I don’t want to be a damsel in distress all the time, depending on men to help me lift things and move furniture. 

And, most of all, I don’t want to get in shape and build muscle just for the looks, I just want to be fit and healthy, I want to be a good role model to my future children, a strong woman, not a weakling. I can’t stand Model Fitness type nonsense because I’m not getting in shape for other people, I don’t want to stand on stage in a bikini made of floss and sequins and flex for the crowd, I just want to feel better. 

So, tell me again that my plan is stupid, that strong women are gross, that muscles aren’t “soft” enough to be feminine(oh but they are, much softer than bones sticking out) ask me “why” again, please.

Tell me how a gym membership is a waste of money while you smoke and drink yours. 

Tell me, and I’ll show you why by breaking you in half you ignorant twat.

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Lucifer: You know why God cast me down? Because I *loved* him. More than anything. And then God created…
You.
The little, hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before *you*. To love *you*, more than Him! And I said, Father, I can’t. I said these human beings, were flawed, murderous. And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell! Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right.

Look what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it.

—I love Supernatural. Sometimes, though, the writers seriously amaze me. 

I constantly feel hung over these days, the sun is too bright and it’s too damn hot outside. Also, allergies are shit.

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who prays for rainy days as hard as me. The media has been warning people that we’re going to have very bright sun the next few days, and instead of taking precaution and buying sun screen, people cheer and flock to the swimming pools to boil, then whine about their sun burns later. 

So, trying to make the best of it, I hide in my room with my cat, who also thinks it’s too hot out(Might have something to do with how furry he is though, so he actually has an excuse), watching TV shows and trying to get decent web cam pictures even though I look like sickly death. 

Oh man I want to live somewhere where it’s autumn all the tiiiime