it isn’t that hard boy, to like you, or love you
i’d follow you down, down, down; you’re unbelievable
if you’re going crazy, just grab me & take me
i’d follow you down, down, down; anywhere, anywhere
start where you are, use what you have, do what you can
in the last few months i have been working out inconsistently and it’s been somewhat of a struggle to stick to a schedule for a few reasons. 1. lots of change hittin’ me in the face as of late. 2. i hate the gym and i think it’s so boring and i’m too insecure to work out around all the fit and pretty people. UGH. and 3. stealing everyone else’s reason: lack of motivation.
but today i started to work out in a way that pleases me. i tried for the 3rd time in a row to get up at 6am to run… fail. but later in the afternoon i worked out my core which also strengthened my lower back and thighs. then i went for a run earlier tonight and may or may have not tried out my chassés and pirouette twirls under a streetlight. i did stretches following the running and spontaneous dancing, and refused a late meal (it was free too! feelin proud about my will power right now) because i had a hearty salad earlier and drank heaps of liquids, and i got more than enough sleep. i feel really great going to bed tonight because i got my ass up and made myself enjoy a workout. it’s kinda all about doing what’s right for you. i hate reading so much in to fitness because the opinions are daunting and there seems to be too many rules, so i am deciding to make my own.
here’s to getting fit + getting my confidence back.
i don’t know if i’m an optimist - i am pretty sure i am not. but either way, the positive phrases i beat you over the head with come from the bottom of my heart. do not belittle them or undermine their meaning. i will annoy you with them and you can believe they aren’t genuine if you want, but i am no optimist, just the friend and family of a lot of sad people.
so don’t complain about the rain when yesterday you hated the sun, life is more than a rainy day.
and besides, lightening is beautiful
why is everyone still singing about california?
haven’t we heard enough about the golden state?
Graffiti and saints, living together in Prague.
I want you because there aren’t any good words for who you are. The only ones that come to mind are earnest, sad clichés like ‘amazing’ and ‘magnetic’ and ‘fascinating’ and I don’t want to use them, but on the other hand they are the only words, and cliché or not they are honest words and I’m not sure consulting a thesaurus at this point would be genuine. And it’s not that I want you officially, like I want your last name or your Sunday mornings or your hard shiny promise, I just want to absorb you. I want to know what you know, want to hear your stories, want to filter through them gently and get lost in them, them and the soft hypnosis of your hands in my hair.
Mila Jaroniec (via thekinfolksociety)
Your last name..your Sunday mornings…the soft hypnosis of your hands in my hair.
a little snapshot of me talking in circles about my packaging design in front of a lot of strangers. i was so relieved when this day was over! #tbt #march2012 #fidm #apple #applesf #publicspeaking #graphicdesign