"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you’ve imagined. -Henry David Thoreau"
— (via jbillainc)
(via dreamsinthyme)
"I know you. You’re sensitive, and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on one more time. It seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you. One of them steps on you. They mistake kindness for weakness, but you know the difference. You’ve been the brunt of their weakness for years and strength is something you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive."
— Henry Rollins (via allegorys)
(Source: rarararambles, via dreamsinthyme)
Post Marathon Depression.
No exercise allowed.
No energy to do anything but a general feeling of restlessness.
Wanting to run but know you shouldn’t.
Not having the energy anyways.
Boredom.
Sluggish.
Sad.
Sunday
I’m great at having 8 hours worth of things to do and then doing them all in 2 hours last thing at night.
I’m so tired and I have no reason to be.
Nearly time for pizza.
Boring Sunday is boring.
Sunday Morning.
I have got up at dawn every Sunday morning for the past 3 years to go for a run.
But I’m on rest as ordered by the Doctor for a week and a half after my Marathon.
This means for the first time in 3 years I can do normal people things on a Saturday night and sleep in on a Sunday.
Weird.
Saturday.
It’s went from 30 degrees Celsius to barely 13 in the space of a couple of days and now I have no idea what to dress in.
I will always have a small heart attack every time I hear a soldier has been injured in Afghanistan, and I never breathe a sigh of relief no matter who it is.
I want to try Kick-Boxing and Ballet and maybe even Karate.
I want to do ALL the things.
It’s cool to get changed into pyjamas at 5pm on a Saturday right?
I have been wearing clothes since 10am.
Tomorrow night is beer and pizza night.
Yum.
Tumblr, I promise
I will be your big spoon.
The Makings of Me
World cinema
Second hand books
Lost CDs
Sketchbooks
Dreams on napkins
Late nights
Early mornings
Black coffee
Red wine
Laughter
Tears
Yoga
Running
Pizza
Cuddles
No You Don’t.
I listened to Reggaeton for a summer, therefore I speak Spanish.
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Every girl at my college.
