I just started working out again (for the first time really since I broke my wrist in January) this week; I got a gym membership trial and I’m doing this. So far my only results are an inexplicable new fascination with Rihanna songs and the feeling that my legs may detach themselves from my body in protest. But, alas, we shall see how it goes in the next few weeks.
angelbyshaggy: “i’m into earth tones, birth stones, and erogenous zones”
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you...– The Fault in Our Stars
interwar: do you ever just look at children of couples in films or television shows and go no you are genetically impossible that is not a dominant allele
Find someone who complements you.
eatcleanmakechanges: suprastar: Yes complement, not compliment. A person who accentuates your true personality, who adds fuel to your fire. Someone who can help teach you things you could never learn on your own. The one who sparks your creativity and challenges you to do better and be better. LOVE this.
When I walk by someone I hate
whatshouldwecallme: What I do: What I wish I could do: Reblogging for Buttermilk’s badass jump kick
I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening...– Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via usagai)
Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held...– Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via ostracis-ed)
improving-for-good: why weigh yourself when you could set yourself on fire then roll in broken glass and feel the same way
I’m diggin my new job at the spaghetti factory. Attempting to buy a condo with help from my parents (fingers crossed!). My lady comes home tomorrow night. Things are grand.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.– Jaime Gil De Bieda (via oofpoetry)
lyana09: I love her soooooooooooo much. I can’t contain it sometimes always.
I am graduating on Saturday, I am looking through job postings for one of my best friends so that we can move in together and I am so incredibly happy/excited.
The love of my life curled sleeping next to me. I must’ve done something right.
When I realize my friends made plans without me
: INFJs: ”INFJs have been mistaken for extroverts,... →
psychedelicdimensions: INFJs: ”INFJs have been mistaken for extroverts, as they tend to possess multiple personalities due to their complex inner life; however, they are true introverts. INFJs are private individuals who prefer to exercise their influence behind the scenes. Though they are very independent, INFJs are intensely interested in the well-being of others. INFJs prefer one-on-one...