absolutely hate selfish people.
and i wonder
“ i aint too proud to tell you that i cry sometimes, i cry sometimes about it…
“ I swallow hard and get the words out. “You don’t have much competition anywhere.” And this time, it’s me who leans in.
the cruelty of self-criticism
I’ve come to the sad realization that the most effective motivator for workouts is constantly shit-talking yourself in stream-of-consciousness fashion using as many colorfully vulgar phrases attacking your own laziness and girth as possible.
awareness.
s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶S̶O̶P̶A̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶P̶I̶P̶A̶.̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶r̶e̶.̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶f̶o̶r̶m̶e̶d̶.̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶N̶O̶T̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶p̶a̶t̶h̶e̶t̶i̶c̶.̶
i would rock this shit hard on my wall.
(via potatoesahlad)
i am going to get in shape for feb vegas even if it fucking kills me.
my escape
hi tumblr. can i tell you a secret? so ive read like…10 books in the past 15 days… 12 in the past month or so. this isnt the secret part though.
sometimes, i feel like falling into a world of fiction is the only way to settle my reality down. for the past couple of months, ive just constantly needed something to do… a place to retreat to so i can get on with my life. first, that escape was teaching. now, it looks like reading will be the place that hides me from thinking about other shit.
