FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
I JUST TRIPPED OVER MY OWN FEET (metaphorically speaking)
I stand there and wait.
I pretend to look at the ground beneath me.
My head is down, but my eyes peer at him.
He walks over—
I pretend not to hear him.
I do not give any action of acknowledgment towards him.
Breathing no longer becomes involuntary.
He stopped walking,
arms stretching out towards me.
I pretend that I’m strong.
That my problem doesn’t effect me
as much as it does him.
I stop pretending.
My breathing spikes.
Tears roll down my cheek and onto
his warm, sweet scented jacket.
I melt onto his plane.
And an equal embrace is met.
For the whole month if February I’ve been working out, getting in shape, and working on my cardio. I thought I was making a difference in my life. I even vowed not to drink soda anymore and i haven’t. I felt confident, beautiful, and strong.
Like HERCULES strong.
I’ve been doing this to prepare for a race called the central park race (its for Longboarders). And I want to win and conquer that event.
But this week I stopped. I came to a realization that no matter what I do, I’ll still be shit… I won’t win anything. I’ll just be total and utter garbage and I’m okay with that.
Maybe I’m just thinking like this because I was dumped a few days ago…idk.
Do you realise how serious this could be if Russia decides to invade Ukraine? It has the potential to escalate into WW3 & not enough people are talking about that!(via it-is-a-3-patch-problem)
Just finished watching this movie, it was so intense. Better then what I thought it was, I cried omg
Hayao Miyazaki and Makoto Shinkai both have fantastic works of art.
I loved this so much