The Comeback Kid Strikes Again
I’ve been in a health kick for the last month, more seriously these past two weeks. I voluntarily go out of my way to take the long way, push myself to work 2-3 hours at the gym (or home), continually try new things (Zumba class, for one), wander around my neighborhood and get lost in the dusk, and so it goes. The feeling of sweat trickling down my forehead, onto my neck and soaking my...
I was glad that I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like...– Charles Bukowski (Women)
Zumba kicked my ass.
Walked to my friends house prior (one mile) then we went to the gym to hop into a zumba class. I left 3/4ths of the way because I made a mistake in wearing my hi-top Nikes and cramped up. Soaking in sweat with my One Man Wolf pack t-shirt, sexy.
I’m over here, lying on my back reflecting on my own struggles while watching this 16 year old girl have a premature baby and lost her fiancé on TV. I think I need to re-evaluate a bit.
What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so...– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via anditslove)
Gravity is not responsible for people falling in love.– Albert Einstein (via blua)
something—extraordinary: When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is...
After lacrosse season last year (did not continue this year because junior year is stressful af), I became really apathetic about my body. It dawned on me at the gym after a lady coaching me to a plank and some ab workouts that I have a seriously weak core. All my tummy is good for is food. This needs to change.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.– Rumi (via wethinkwedream)
To Do: - AP Psychology One Pager book report - Read Slaughterhouse Five (chp. 2-5) - Math Packet (pgs. 1-6) - Philosophy questions - English book assignment ——- I was on a steady stream of focus for the past hour, then it just went askew as it always does. I’ll compromise with a shower as my break (as if Tumblr wasn’t a big distraction already) then I’ll...
Teaching my fob mom how to use her iPhone is like learning morse code from Wikipedia, so help me God.
My dad is a trooper.
He is bbq’ing (sp?) in 90 degree weather with 53% humidity. Hats off to him.
In all seriousness,
Would any of you guys willingly hang out with me in real life? I mean, I’m not as rough around the edges in person, rest assured. Just think, me and you—a vicarious thrill beyond the perils of the interweb, but in all actuality we’d probably just nosh (because who doesn’t like food) or sit in a bookstore and just read literature to each other (again, who doesn’t like...
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything...– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via enflurane)
I dreamt that one of my ex’s started writing me letters during school and it was all heartfelt and whatnot. Then I went to some high class mall with my cousins while my parents were at the casino and we dined 5 star and ran around like the carefree children that we are. I woke up from a random number calling me asking if I was Edgar, to his dismay I am not. He asked if I called about...
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Every time the clock strikes 12 a wave of emotion sweeps over me and I’m paralyzed by a desire for something not mine. I cry too easily as it is, but it’s like clockwork when these tears stream my face, making their way from my eyes to the crevice of my nose finding my lips. I don’t wipe them away because they’re a constant reminder that I am as raw as can be and I...
I just want arms to hold me when I’m swaying away. Lips to promise me we’ll be more than okay. Eyes to shake my every fiber of being. And your voice to my ears while we’re sleeping. I want you, that I’m sure of.