A personal blog where I say stuff you probably don't want to read. I'm funny here though: katebarberio.tumblr.com/
I need a new journal.
One less associated with panic attacks and bad feelings.
Lea and Dianna: Real bodies vs. their Photoshopped counterparts
Here’s a comparison of two photos of Lea and Dianna: one was the photo taken of them in the studio, and the other the final Photoshopped photo scanned from a magazine.
Lea, Glamour,December 2011:
- Eye makeup was adjusted
- Eyebrows were trimmed
- Some skin spots removed
- Wrinkles on nose removed
- Wrinkles on wrists removed
- Tone added to legs and arms
- Breasts accentuated
- Waist and back made dramatically smaller
Dianna, Cosmopolitan,September 2011:
- Wrinkles from dress removed
- Elbow has been reshaped
- Mouth tension erased
- Armpits are smoother
- Arms are skinnier and more toned
- Collarbones less noticeable
- Nose reshaped
- Breasts augmented
- Stomach made smaller (it’s cropped out from this picture, but her waistline is at least 3 inches smaller)
Dianna Argon is stunning.
(via lacigreen)
Just getting better and better.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghettiBloop ba bloop, blabbity
Shoop da doop, dabbity
Op a shope dableeby
Nope da pope rabbity
This made me laugh an embarrassing amount
His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
I can’t believe I just happened upon this on tumblr. And now its my whole life. Like, I have to break up with my boyfriend, move out of my apartment, stop talking to my family.
I have no room for any of that anymore.
Between this and the GIF of the bear cub being scared of the lion cub I’ve got way too much on my plate.
(via tastyhumanburgers)
This cat is so ready for Dark Knight Rises
(via a1000brokendreams)
It’s 5am and I’ll never sleep again
I’ve had these horrible headaches for the past month or so.
It started during our industry show. I came home one day, feeling overwhelmed with stress, and in a fit of dizziness I laid down and stared up in horror as flickering spots flooded my vision. Fuck, I thought. Is this a stroke? By then my heart was beating so hard I couldn’t tell if it was just a panic attack or something more serious.
If anyone knows how important visualization, mantras, optimism, recursive thought and meditation are in stress relief and mental health, it’s me—because all those techniques are constantly working against me. I picture stress like a tumor in my brain, or a swollen artery near my heart. Without wanting to, I can feel the physical effects (as imagined or self-fulfilling as these effects are) of my own thoughts on my body. The sick part is, I KNOW that every time I think the word ‘tumor’ I give stress that much more power. I know that every time I feel my heart even start to beat the way it does right before I start to panic, I should stop everything and focus solely on calming down, on how okay everything is. I know that if my heart does start beating like that, it’s a panic attack, not a heart attack. Yet I’m trapped in my head every spare moment when my mind isn’t fully occupied, every time I feel that familiar pounding in my head and every time I embarrassingly confess to anyone around me that I might be dying-prove me wrong. It hurts to think about things I can’t stop thinking about.
It’s 5am and I just know I’m killing myself with stress. I wish I knew how to stop.
There is a ghost in this image. Some have the affinity to see it, some do not.
Do you?
Look carefully, and be patient.
What the fuck. I don’t even. Like I feel stupid cuz this feels like a prank, but oh my god I wanna see a spooky ghost.
This Week’s ‘Veep’ Featured a List of Nicknames the Vice President’s Staff Regularly Googles To Keep Up With Blog Coverage.
Complete List of Selina’s Nicknames:
Mammary Meyer
Grizzly Madam
Shee-rah
Meyer the Liar
The Batcave
Piss Face
Wicked Witch of the West Wing
Veep Throat
Voldemeyer
Dickless Van Dyke
Tawdry Hepburn
Blunder Woman
Selena Meh
Vaselina
Betty Poop
Vaguely Personable
Viagra Prohibitor
Visible Panties
VeepILF
Mrs. Doubtmeyer
Just tried out that old “Cover One Of Your Eyes When You Wake Up To Pee So You Have Still Night Vision In One Eye For When You Get Back To Your Dark Room” trick
And when it worked, felt the need to come online and brag about it
