Anonymous said: What does your diet consist of? In your tagged/me you seem really small!

I’m really not that small. I’m just super short!!! Food wise, I just rotate between these meals for the most part because I’m super picky (but I don’t like limit myself from other stuff obviously):

  • plain greek yogurt w/ strawberries, honey, and granola (sometimes craisins if i’m feeling adventurous)
  • lemon greek yogurt w/ raspberries
  • salad w/ grilled chicken, carrots, feta or goat cheese, and romaine, kale, or spinach
  • oatmeal with almond milk and honey (with soy if I have to)
  • plain rice cake with peanut butter (aka my holy grail)
  • banana or green apple with peanut butter
  • granola bars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (w/ like an apple to make it meal)
  • SOMETIMES i’ll have avocado toast or a bagel with lox (both of which I love!!!!!), but I try to avoid those because bread fucks with my digestion
  • PLAIN FROYO W/ STRAWBERRIES AND GRANOLA is the #1 most important component of my diet

Drink wise, I just drink tons of water, coffee w/ milk, GREEN JUICES, diet coke, and sometimes alcohol.

I used to always crave and eat wraps/pizza/fries/BURGERS/chips/etc but i’ve kind of grown out of SUPER unhealthy food this summer.


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Curator’s Monday 155 - Artist on Tumblr

Alyssa Monks | on Tumblr (b.1977, USA)

Brooklyn-based artist Alyssa Monks is a figurative painter, blurring the line between abstraction and realism. “Using filters such as glass, vinyl, water, and steam, I distort the body in shallow painted spaces. These filters allow for large areas of abstract design - islands of color with activated surfaces - while bits of the human form peak through. In a contemporary take on the traditional bathing women, my subjects are pushing against the glass “window”, distorting their own body, aware of and commanding the proverbial male gaze. Thick paint strokes in delicate color relationships are pushed and pulled to imitate glass, steam, water and flesh from a distance. However, up close, the delicious physical properties of oil paint are apparent. Thus sustaining the moment when abstract paint strokes become something else. When I began painting the human body, I was obsessed with it and needed to create as much realism as possible. I chased realism until it began to unravel and deconstruct itself, I am exploring the possibility and potential where representational painting and abstraction meet - if both can coexist in the same moment.” Monks’s paintings have been the subject of numerous solo and group exhibitions, and her work is represented in public and private collections.

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my goodbye brunch // really just an excuse to drink mimosas and stuff my face with lox

Annabelle Harbison
Does love make you selfish?
It sure makes you weak in the knees.
You haven’t felt this disentangled from your own bones before.
He’s all that ever comes pouring out of your mouth.
He’s all you run your tongue over.
His name, like salt and leftovers between your teeth.
You wind your palms tight round his words when it gets dark.
Keep the warmth in his voice for when it rains too hard.
Does love make you selfish?
You sailed the August rivers for months on end
until the June canal led you straight to the Pacific.
You found in him a sliver of sea, still fresh, still uncharted;
turned it red and sparkling and alive.
Now you have more heaven and sun swelling up in your lungs
than you could ever think to do with them.
Do your ribs ache from floating all the time?
Do your fingers wear away from too much light?
No. You won’t let them.
Just promise you won’t drown. Just don’t forget to breathe.
Come up for air once in a while.
Does love make you selfish?
They tell you that you found it too young. Too soon.
That at eighteen, your sails should’ve been mangled beyond recognition
and wouldn’t be stitched back until the rest of your skin
worked their way clean and smooth around your body.
They don’t know how it really feels, do they?
You built an island in his chest to rest your bones on.
This is where you’re allowed to put down your armour.
This is where you loosen the heaviness, the gravity crushing you.
This is where you go when the wreckage piles up.
But you don’t forget about the other parts of the world.
The course of the rest of you still runs deep and violent as ever.
by Suraya KamalDoes Love Make You Selfish? (via figmentalism)

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