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Enjoy your day..

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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If you want to eat the best chocolate biscuits ever do this

182 grams white flour 1 big pinch salt 2 tsp baking powder

Mix these ^^^ together in a bowl. Then you need 175 grams butter 60 g dark chocolate (REAL chocolate, not baking chocolate) 170 grams sugar 2 tsp vanilla extract Melt the butter, then add in the chocolate, sugar and vanilla extract and stir until chocolate has melted too. Add in the dry ingredients, mix.

Get one or two baking trays, slap some baking paper on there and shape the dough into

Make these shapes nice and flat, less than a cm tall.

Let it rest in the fridge for 20 mins, then bake at 175 degrees celsius for 8-13 minutes.

Once they're out of the oven, slice them into fingers like

Then let cool on a rack. Just trust me. They're all I can think about

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Women Self Defense in 1947

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Please, please be considerate of your fat friends' needs and limitations. Fat bodies are heavy to carry around. I move about the world slower than my thin peers, and I've often had to choose between pushing myself to keep a pace that takes absolutely all my energy, or being left behind, when walking in a group. I don't always feel safe to ask that everyone walk slower, because there's a prevalent idea in society that fat people need to exert themselves as much as possible at all times in the service of weight loss, and that we never "really" need rest, therefore it's a good thing whenever we're exhausted. Fat people and thin people alike are taught that fatness is a flaw, one that fat people ourselves are to blame for, so we're not entitled to any accommodation or consideration. A friend of mine who is fat recently told me about a dinner party she went to where the chairs were far too small for her and she was sitting very uncomfortably. After the meal she politely suggested moving the party to the couch, but the others didn't want to. She spent another couple of hours in unnecessary pain, and didn't dare tell them about it. I love my thin friends, but some of them just don't realize that I weigh probably twice as much as them, and yet I balance it all on the same size feet and carry it on about the same size bones. I'm like if they had a whole other them to carry around at all times. Why would that not have an impact on how I function? Please - take us into consideration when we're part of activities. Ask us which activities work and which don't. Adjust the pace so no one has to be dry heaving and sweating barrels on what's supposed to be a casual walk. Make sure venues have seating that fits us. Make it safe for us to speak up if we need something. When we do, don't treat us like we're the problem. Finally: yes, we have heard of losing weight. Even those of us who might (and many never will, whether you like it or not), won't do it on a moment's notice. If your response to "fat people deserve accommodations" is "what if they weren't fat though", you're playing a fantasy game. It's pointless. We are fat and we are here and we do partake in society. Work with that.

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this blog stands with palestine and if you don’t you can get the fuck out. what israel is doing is genocide and i will not tolerate anyone who supports it.

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In this blog we stand for Palestine 🇵🇸

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I'm starting to post WhatsApp statuses about Palestine, my parents see them so they'll probably punish me for it since their Zionist bullshit trumps all rational thought.

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if you dont like fat and hairy people i cant help you

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Oh genial, Now my father is preaching sparkles and rainbows of Israel 😒.

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I'm so angry I'm not even going to speak English!Ok for context, at my parents' church (who, as I said before, are the pastors) they are holding a vigil. And at one point I heard one of the church brothers talk about making an Israeli flag in support (because obviously they think Israel is the one being attacked). And I even thought that they probably wouldn't hear it, BUT NO, now that the vigil started my mother entered the church with THE DAMN FLAG I cannot express the hatred I felt when I saw that flag flying proudly so close to me, my mind only thought about grabbing it from the hands of the child who held it and burning it in front of the entire church. And to top it all off, at this damn moment they are doing a PRAYER FOR ISRAEL and they have the CHANCE to say that God is on their side Knowing PERFECTLY how horrible Israel has been both in the past and now. Also, I wouldn't have been so angry if they had also at least made the Palestinian flag Because I saw one of the three flags that my mother brought with the colors, but when I saw it properly it was only the flag of our municipality. I've tried, TRIED to convince my parents that Israel is the real monster behind all this shit, but they keep saying "Pero es el pueblo de Dios y el pueblo de Dios no lo puede parar nadie ya que Dios lo protege y nosostros somos parte de ese pueblo" UNA MIERDA, SI SER PARTE DE EL PUEBLO DE DIOS COMO USTEDES DICEN ES ESTAR DE EL LADO DE EL MALDITO CAUSANTE DE LA MUERTE DE MILES DE PERSONAS INOCENTES NO QUIERO UNA MIERDA Once I moved into an apartment with a friend of mine (who I don't really like her opinion of the genocide since she is a person who is neutral on the matter) I was going to tell them all her truths Without fear of being kicked out of the house

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i need to fuck someone whos unhealthily obsessed with me.