Less whiney than Wednesday/More thankful Thursday:
when they told me
make homes out of people
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t own
but when i turned to show you
there was only quiet
and my roots
from around your ribcage
proudathlete asked: Where did you get those space yoga shorts?? I am in love.
They are the Victoria Secret Pink yoga shortie. There’s these online: http://www.victoriassecret.com/pink/yoga-pants/bling-foldover-yoga-shortie-pink?ProductID=74229&CatalogueType=OLS
I bought mine in the store yesterday.
On a lighter note - new gym/yoga shorts!
Fuck yeah space!
Last night I had a mini-meltdown (aka a panic attack) and idk what’s going on with me. I haven’t had one for six months (when I had a terrible job). D just held me and let me cry. I’ve never been more in love.
I took a half day and now I’m torn between sleeping, sitting in the sun with a book, and hours of yoga.
All I know is there will be hours of packing and some sushi later. LITTLE THINGS.
Rare GF burger, sriracha as dressing, and spinach.
D’s new city apartment. This big window and I are going to be grand loves.
Bikini bottoms haven’t worked since I picked up a barbell. W/e.
I keep pushing people away recently and I’m not sure why. I don’t respond to messages or calls and I pick stupid fights.
It’ll be okay. Right?
Rejoice in the little things.
26 shows up in the middle of coffee one morning and hands you a freshly printed memo that reads: “You’re going to get old one day and die. You’re cool for now, but it will happen. You’re officially on notice. You won’t be young forever.” And then 26 struts out of your office, like an unconcerned dick, having nonchalantly just changed your entire perspective. But it’s okay! 26 is a strange age that simultaneously feels older than you expected, but still refreshingly, hopefully, thrillingly young. It’s possibly the one age where the expression “youth is wasted on the young” holds no authority; we are undeniably, wildly young, but we’ve been young for long enough to know how valuable it is to be so. We have more respect for our youth because, while we aren’t there yet, we can see that it will be done one day.
aka: now what?
Leave it to my body to choose midnight (when I have to be up in five hours) to want to break my running draught.
There is a snoring pug by me. Can’t. Sleep.
My legs just wanna dance.
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