i guess it's only right that i say something, huh ( Read more... )

this marks the first time that i will not say anything. i will bottle it up. i will clench my jaw.

for once in my life, i will be a grown up: i will pretend everything is OK, until it is.

...not the giant hurdles ( Read more... )

you can run from the pain, you can run for miles.

but you cannot fucking hide.

i hate this.

have you ever looked fear in the eye and said, I JUST DON'T CARE.

i just don't.

not anymore.

and i've never hated myself for staring at the phone.

or been touched so gently i had to cry.

nah nah nah, so hard.

i'm about to head out for my first 9 mile run. this will be the proof in the pudding that i can do this fucking 15k. i feel good enough right now, but we'll see how i am in those last four miles ( Read more... )

this made me roflcopter around the room.


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no alcohol.
no sugar.

but cod liver oil and molasses.
vegetables.
apple cider vinegar.

i think i might be bisexual?

there's an oddly tangible heaviness to the daylight slumber of people who spent the night in the throes of drunken self-humiliation. upon coming home from work today, they were all still passed out. all but raffi, of course, who had class today, and generally more class than some of the people that remained prostrate ( Read more... )