did a half hour of Yoga today <3 yes. I definitely am going to keep this up! give your body what it neeeds when it needs it and especially if you stand on your feet for 8+ hours! gravity can have such a tole on ones body after days and days of just being verticle, one can begin to feel like a solid brick
Havin ah ha moments at 12:46 am is too much, goodnight.
Last post really is just fucking my brain right now. I’m crying. It makes me think about things I don’t want to think about, like growing up. So many fucking things. Like feeling as if one day we aren’t going to be eachothers everything n how uttering that phrase makes me want to die inside. Fuck. Just fuck
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air (via fuckinq)
this seriously fucked me up right now
Omg I am literally sobbing because this.
(Source: kalynroseanne, via forever-escape-your-mind)
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
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