Everything Rhymes With Alcohol

Everything Rhymes With Alcohol

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nudqe:

"white people can’t danc-"

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"white people can’t twer-"

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"What part of the game is that?"
Black Proverb from the Younger Generation (via blackproverbs)

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Chris Evans has been known to grab people’s left boob, so my question for both of you is have you ever had your left boob grabbed by Chris Evans? (x)

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thegestianpoet:

beyoncespenis:

kay-vis:

troyxleonardo:

With just a chill head bop Jordin still manages to have more rhythm than the three tragedies next to her

What in the hell is Lorde doing?

OH MY GOD

lorde is me tho i can’t even get mad

lorde….

thegestianpoet:

beyoncespenis:

kay-vis:

troyxleonardo:

With just a chill head bop Jordin still manages to have more rhythm than the three tragedies next to her

What in the hell is Lorde doing?

OH MY GOD

lorde is me tho i can’t even get mad

lorde….

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someoneatethis:

I created a computer program that helps me decide what to eat for dinner. Unfortunately, I am not a good computer programmer. 

someoneatethis:

I created a computer program that helps me decide what to eat for dinner. Unfortunately, I am not a good computer programmer. 

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queenfattyoftherollpalace:

chessieness:

twisted-mermaid-doll:

Everyone has fat, calling yourself or anyone else fat it’s like calling yourself “skin” or “bone” or “muscle” Not directed towards anyone specific but everyone has body fat.
You have to love yourself to change yourself. Trust me I know. It’s been a long road but I can finally say I love myself the way I am. Which makes changing myself into a healthier fit person for my health and to be around my children as long as I can so easy.
Food is not the problem.
The skinny friend isn’t the problem
The media isn’t the problem
Your head is the problem
Fix your head and you can fix yourself 💜

I don’t really know what this has to do with my picture but the media isn’t a problem? Cause I thought the negative portrayal and dehumanisation of fat people in the media was a huge fucking problem. Its not all in our head, it can be really hard being fat and visable when everyone is telling you your existence is wrong, telling someone to just ‘fix your head’ is a really ignorant thing to say cause its not that easy and its not all down to the one individual

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK the whole “you’re not fat, you have fat!!!” thing
I AM fat, I’m fat as fuck. 
That’s like telling people “you’re not skinny! you have skinny”
fat is a descriptor, it’s one I choose for myself.
Also fuck the idea that people need to ‘fix their heads’

queenfattyoftherollpalace:

chessieness:

twisted-mermaid-doll:

Everyone has fat, calling yourself or anyone else fat it’s like calling yourself “skin” or “bone” or “muscle”
Not directed towards anyone specific but everyone has body fat.

You have to love yourself to change yourself. Trust me I know. It’s been a long road but I can finally say I love myself the way I am. Which makes changing myself into a healthier fit person for my health and to be around my children as long as I can so easy.

Food is not the problem.

The skinny friend isn’t the problem

The media isn’t the problem

Your head is the problem

Fix your head and you can fix yourself 💜

I don’t really know what this has to do with my picture but the media isn’t a problem? Cause I thought the negative portrayal and dehumanisation of fat people in the media was a huge fucking problem. Its not all in our head, it can be really hard being fat and visable when everyone is telling you your existence is wrong, telling someone to just ‘fix your head’ is a really ignorant thing to say cause its not that easy and its not all down to the one individual

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK the whole “you’re not fat, you have fat!!!” thing

I AM fat, I’m fat as fuck. 

That’s like telling people “you’re not skinny! you have skinny”

fat is a descriptor, it’s one I choose for myself.

Also fuck the idea that people need to ‘fix their heads’

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the-goddamazon:

pu12in:

runningmermaids:

getting outfit inspirations from anime characters

this is so cute but i wish she had the house slippers

I honestly do lowkey love the outfits the Senshi wore in the 90s anime. :x

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loveontheroxx:

Beyoncé’s full performance at the 2014 VMA’s

Because some of y’all missed it and/or need ya blessins one mo time

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fuckyeaqueerwomenofcolor:

Genderqueer and Womyn. Interracial relationship. Breakin’ boundaries and challenging social norms. 

fuckyeaqueerwomenofcolor:

Genderqueer and Womyn. Interracial relationship. Breakin’ boundaries and challenging social norms. 

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chamisul:

tismys:

gxxdgxxn:

A$AP Rocky & Chanel Iman for Vogue September 2014

They look so good 

oh my god

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When Doctors Discriminate →

andreashettle:

avioletmind:

THE first time it was an ear, nose and throat doctor. I had an emergency visit for an ear infection, which was causing a level of pain I hadn’t experienced since giving birth. He looked at the list of drugs I was taking for my bipolar disorder and closed my chart.

“I don’t feel comfortable prescribing anything,” he said. “Not with everything else you’re on.” He said it was probably safe to take Tylenol and politely but firmly indicated it was time for me to go. The next day my eardrum ruptured and I was left with minor but permanent hearing loss.

Another time I was lying on the examining table when a gastroenterologist I was seeing for the first time looked at my list of drugs and shook her finger in my face. “You better get yourself together psychologically,” she said, “or your stomach is never going to get any better.”

If you met me, you’d never know I was mentally ill. In fact, I’ve gone through most of my adult life without anyone ever knowing — except when I’ve had to reveal it to a doctor. And that revelation changes everything. It wipes clean the rest of my résumé, my education, my accomplishments, reduces me to a diagnosis.

I was surprised when, after one of these run-ins, my psychopharmacologist said this sort of behavior was all too common. At least 14 studies have shown that patients with a serious mental illness receive worse medical care than “normal” people. Last year the World Health Organization called the stigma and discrimination endured by people with mental health conditions “a hidden human rights emergency.”

I never knew it until I started poking around, but this particular kind of discriminatory doctoring has a name. It’s called “diagnostic overshadowing.”

According to a review of studies done by the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College, London, it happens a lot. As a result, people with a serious mental illness — including bipolar disorder, major depression, schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder — end up with wrong diagnoses and are under-treated.

That is a problem, because if you are given one of these diagnoses you probably also suffer from one or more chronic physical conditions: though no one quite knows why, migraines, irritable bowel syndrome and mitral valve prolapse often go hand in hand with bipolar disorder.

Less mysterious is the weight gain associated with most of the drugs used to treat bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, which can easily snowball into diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and cardiovascular disease. The drugs can also sedate you into a state of zombiedom, which can make going to the gym — or even getting off your couch — virtually impossible.

It’s little wonder that many people with a serious mental illness don’t seek medical attention when they need it. As a result, many of us end up in emergency rooms — where doctors, confronted with an endless stream of drug addicts who come to their door looking for an easy fix — are often all too willing to equate mental illness with drug-seeking behavior and refuse to prescribe pain medication.

I should know: a few years ago I had a persistent migraine, and after weeks trying to get an appointment with any of the handful of headache specialists in New York City, I broke down and went to the E.R. My husband filled out paperwork and gave the nurse my list of drugs. The doctors finally agreed to give me something stronger than what my psychopharmacologist could prescribe for the pain and hooked me up to an IV.

I lay there for hours wearing sunglasses to block out the fluorescent light, waiting for the pain relievers to kick in. But the headache continued. “They gave you saline and electrolytes,” my psychopharmacologist said later. “Welcome to being bipolar.”

When I finally saw the specialist two weeks later (during which time my symptoms included numbness and muscle weakness), she accused me of being “a serious cocaine user” (I don’t touch the stuff) and of displaying symptoms of “la belle indifference,” a 19th-century term for a kind of hysteria in which the patient converts emotional symptoms into physical ones — i.e., it was all in my head.

Indeed, given my experience over the last two decades, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the statistics I found in the exhaustive report “Morbidity and Mortality in People with Serious Mental Illness,” a review of studies published in 2006 that provides an overview of recommendations and general call to arms by the National Association of State Mental Health Program Directors. The take-away: people who suffer from a serious mental illness and use the public health care system die 25 years earlier than those without one.

True, suicide is a big factor, accounting for 30 to 40 percent of early deaths. But 60 percent die of preventable or treatable conditions. First on the list is, unsurprisingly, cardiovascular disease. Two studies showed that patients with both a mental illness and a cardiovascular condition received about half the number of follow-up interventions, like bypass surgery or cardiac catheterization, after having a heart attack than did the “normal” cardiac patients.

The report also contains a list of policy recommendations, including designating patients with serious mental illnesses as a high-priority population; coordinating and integrating mental and physical health care for such people; education for health care workers and patients; and a quality-improvement process that supports increased access to physical health care and ensures appropriate prevention, screening and treatment services.

Such changes, if implemented, might make a real difference. And after seven years of no change, signs of movement are popping up, particularly among academic programs aimed at increasing awareness of mental health issues. Several major medical schools now have programs in the medical humanities, an emerging field that draws on diverse disciplines including the visual arts, humanities, music and science to make medical students think differently about their patients. And Johns Hopkins offers a doctor of public health with a specialization in mental health.

Perhaps the most notable of these efforts — and so far the only one of its kind — is the narrative medicine program at Columbia University Medical Center, which starts with the premise that there is a disconnect between health care and patients and that health care workers need to start listening to what their patients are telling them, and not just looking at what’s written on their charts.

According to the program’s mission statement, “The effective practice of health care requires the ability to recognize, absorb, interpret, and act on the stories and plights of others. Medicine practiced with narrative competence is a model for humane and effective medical practice.”

We can only hope that humanizing programs like this one become a requirement for all health care workers. Maybe then “first, do no harm” will apply to everyone, even the mentally ill.

The author of the novel “Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See” and a co-editor of “Voices of Bipolar Disorder: The Healing Companion.”

Reblogging because this is the sort of thing that needs signal boosting the heck out of it. Probably many of the people who see this in my Tumblr are people who already know from first-hand experience as a patient. Probably most of the people who even know my Tumblr exists are not in a position to perpetuate this problem (because they aren’t doctors).  But I figure if more people get info like this circulating, maybe eventually someone in a better position to reach more doctors with this kind of information and open serious dialogue about how to address the problem will come across this.

Until then, at least a better informed patient population can, I hope, be in a better position to advocate for themselves—if not always as individuals then perhaps as groups.

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Anonymous asked: What do you look for in a boyfriend?


Answer:

fightoffyourdarling:

Drift compatibility

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