February 2012
61 posts
“My God, when you see how beautiful you really are, you’ll become the idol of yourself.”
—Rumi
chubbyfashion asked: not a question, so much as a statement: I decided to follow you because I had a dream you, me, and Amelia were wandering around World Market shopping for pasta. I think the green dress I bought from Good Stuff Only last month is working some sort of voodoo into my dreams. It’s all good.
I would like to think that every single thing we sell gives the people who buy it dreams about us, since i am an ultimate forever witch. i get everything i want and i sold my soul to the devil when i was three years old and now i am rich and famous and can kill people and no one can stop me.
you too, can have dreams about me, buy something at GOOD STUFF ONLY if you mention this tumblr post i’ll send you a DIRTY PICTURE IN YOUR PACKAGE!!! COOL!!!!
Sammy is givin’ it away for free again!
It’s totally true, my dear followers. I was blessed with a dream of Amelia Butter, Samuel, and endless rows of pasta to choose from. It was almost a sexy dream, just cause I love carbs that much, and they are two fine and lovely people. Also, in my dream Amelia kept saying “Fettuccine” in this really drawn out way, and she had a voice like Nancy Sinatra. It was one of the weirder dreams I’ve ever had, and the first in a long time to feature exclusively people I have never met in person.
Aaaaanyway, buy something from their super cool shop and maybe you’ll dream about them too, also, mention the dream and Sammy will send you a dirty picture! Oooooh!
Fettuccine…..
Yeah, I look super fat in that last picture. I GET IT
I’ve got to play a raucous game of Banagrams and eat some ice cream, so I’ll make this short.
Those intense feelings of anger and upset you feel when you think about how visible my fat body is in that outfit picture, are not, and will never be about, your concern about my quality of life or my ability to suck the world dry of resources in order to sustain this offensive lifestyle you’ve assumed I have.
Those feelings are about you and the suffocating reality of self loathing. Its a dark place to be in and I am not mad at you
Take a good look at how you and I live and love. Understand that I was in your shoes once in my life too and then remind yourself that your words don’t mean enough to me to change.
I’m living the life over here. I just got fucked into the mattress by the stallion in the sheets that I married after a delicious meal in a warm house.
If you were here I’d give you a hug and talk it out, but alas you’re just a fuckload of sad messages.
Its okay to be afraid, but you’re strong enough to choose a better life
Rebloging with mandatory spousal commentary, because fuck yeah majestica!
