Today was gross. It rained all day long and I just felt like drinking a cup of hot chocolate or hot tea and curling up in a blanket. By the time I got home, I was just ready to sit down and do nothing forever. So I put on my pajamas and ate (too much) dinner and then made some chocolate chip cookies and ate some of them. 

BUT THEN I got some motivation (from where, I do not know) and got dressed and took my butt to the gym and kicked my own ass for about an hour of strength training. I know I am going to be all kinds of sore tomorrow, but man, I feel so good and so proud of myself for going. Plus, I can see my body starting to take shape and I very much like the direction I am headed. Alles gut!

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Helena Bonham Carter (via xhromosomes)

Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.

Start with the hands.
The feeble way they shake holding your morning coffee,
the way they did his dishes, his laundry, so willingly.
How they itch from the want of undressing his memory.
All lonely. All empty - you.

Cut them off.

Undo the trembling in your knees
when you licked the blood from his lips;
Undo the weakness in your feet
when he stole the breath in your lungs.

Stand the fuck up.

Go for the stomach.
Destroy the butterflies giving you
sleepless nights and make a painting
out of their corpses’ wings.

Spit him out.

You can eat fire if you want to.
Do not let his absence take away your magic.
You are not hard to love if you can love yourself
and no one has the authority to break you
except you.

You are a calamity, you are a force of nature,
and there is thunder crackling in your veins.
Can you hear it? This is your funeral song.

Now, burn -


Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Phoenix

When you rise from the ashes, STAND ALONE. 

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The importance of consent: a narrative.

I will forever reblog this gifset.

look at how badass she is though i mean some of it gets on her too and doesn’t even give a fuck

She pours hot liquid on her own leg she’s that badass.

fire cannot kill a dragon.

that last comment omg

This is all I aspire to be

Lead me where my trust is without borders*

*Oceans by Hillsong United - been singing it for the past 2 days.

I really feel like the universe is working things out right now. I absolutely love my job. Every person in my office (/in the county) is really nice and willing to answer my (probably excessive) questions. We even have a secret pal program - reminds me of secret pals when I used to play softball & it just makes me happy :) 

I have been going to the gym &/or exercising at home regularly for the past month and a half-ish. It is making all the difference. So far, I have lost 9.25 inches total and I have gone down a pant/dress size. I am currently working towards being down another size within the month. My brother moved in and joined my gym - we are going to go max out today and get a good lifting workout in - which also excites me and makes me really happy. I am at the point now where I can wake up early with no problems…adult success story?

My little sister has lost a little over 20 pounds so far and she is one of the biggest sources of inspiration/encouragement for me. Not to mention one of my best friends that lost about 100 pounds last year, all naturally. I like the people in my life. I am truly blessed beyond measure. I am also slowly but surely convincing all my friends/family to get bicycles so we can start riding together - and they are for the most part cooperative - so that is going to be an awesome adventure!

Sometimes, life is just simple and good.

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.
Shauna Niequist  (via creatingaquietmind)