But I can’t help but add onto the good by writing, which never fails to make me feel relaxed. I’m supposed to be typing up my lab right now, but typing up the effects of biodiesel on the environment just doesn’t compare to typing up how I feel on my blog with the enthusiasm of a pretentious graduate student.
Now, I feel so damn good that I could help anybody. Like, ANYBODY. I am at a good place in my life and want nothing more.
My mother loves me, which I forget all the time, because we argue even when she’s 100 some miles away. But I talk to her about her dates and my dates, and we are so open about everything. LIke EVERYTHING. You would think my mom was my perverted best friend, and she basically is. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, so she understands my craziness and I understand hers.
My sisters love me, even though I left them back home after spring break under shaky terms, but we text now and we don’t say I love you, but it’s there, and I know it. They help me, they @ me on Twitter, hahaha. They’re rooting for me. My brother loves me like a dog loves his owner. Not that I’m his owner, but he loves me with the enthusiasm of one, and I keep forgetting that he’s getting older and bigger, which I’m painfully reminded of everytime I get back home and notice he’s lost another tooth or had another growth spurt. I want him to be little forever.
I’m talking to an amazing guy. No love. Not yet, at least, haha. It’s nothing serious, but he makes me happy and we’re fucking goofy and comfortable with each other. And honestly, I’m not only happy with him, but being with him makes me realize that I’m happy without anyone. And that’s not to marginalize my feelings for him at all, but he’s made me realize how much I’ve grown as a person that past 8 months. He makes me realize that I’ve come such a long way and can make myself happy, but he just adds that little extra. He’s a new chapter in my life, and I’m excited to see what happens whether we talk for another week, or a month, or a year. I’m just happy to know that I’m just fine and that I am attached to him but that I’ll be fine and that I no longer look at significant others as a crutch, but a safety net - I’m not gripping on it for dear life, but it’s there if I stumble.
I’m at peace with my ex. We had a falling out and said some incredibly nasty things to each other. We don’t talk much, of course, but random hit ups always end up with us sending hilarious emoji stories or telling each other about our “recreational” adventures. It’s nice to hear from him, and I’m finally at the point where I mean it that I’m glad he’s happy.
I have the best friends in the world. My clinic teams. My club friends. The people I’ve met in passing who I just say hi to all the time to the point that we’ve considered each other friends. My suitemates, who are like my sisters, because we argue a lot but we love and protect each other like loyal lions. My friends back home, who know they have my heart and attention anytime they need me, and whom I cannot WAIT to see and kiss and hug when I get back home, and get nagged by my mom for hanging out with the bad seed, but whom she also loves and trusts and treats like family because she knows that they’re too good to fall under my influence.
And above all, I love myself. I don’t criticize myself in the mirror anymore when I get up because I have huge pores, or frizzy hair, or bags under my eyes. If I get a zit, it’s no big problem. If I gained a little in my tummy area from staying up late and munching on junk foods, I forgive myself and move on, because I don’t regret how good I felt eating those delicious cinnamon buns and brownie cookies and gulping down large amounts of mocha blasts and smoothies with copious amounts of sugar. I know I exercise to keep myself fit, and I’m not stick skinny, but I no longer rely on other’s affirmation to validate my existence.
I work hard, I sleep late, I let myself cry, I pick myself up, I make myself laugh, I push myself, I nourish myself, and I love myself. Okay, off to class now, I’m running late.
dad just said “there should be a netflix for books”
five minutes later he shouted “THE LIBRARY”
Take a look at all the fucks he’s not giving. Unbelievable.
bruh got that “i make minimum wage, i aint got time for this stupid shit” face lol
One of the e-board members and award winning students of the Society of Women’s Engineering was fucking plastered at the dance last night and wandered into our circle, infused her glazed glare into our souls, and then stumbled into the next circle of people she didn’t know. It was awesome.
Sometimes I think I’m having a bad day, then I remember that you downgraded to a twelve year old so it’s okay.
This is the most accurate post I’ve seen on tumblr
You are standing wrong. I say this as a massage therapist who works with people’s bodies all day: women are taught to stand wrong. Since the 50’s, pictures of women have been posed with their feet tilted to the side, knees locked to minimize the natural knobby shape of the knee, and sway-backed to stick their asses out for “perkiness” or whatever.
That is bad for your everything, and causes weakness in the core muscles which tighten and flatten the stomach.
The cure: feet pointing directly forward, put your hand on your tailbone. Tilt your pelvis until the tailbone is straight up and down. This will cause your knees to bend very slightly. It makes a huge difference for back and knee pain, and will make your tummy flatter with no sit-ups or working out at all.
I had a feeling my strangely giant stomach and spinal weirdness had to due with posture
Just wanted to take this time to jot down on Tumblr how irritated I am that people tell me to lighten up. Sorry you don’t have shit to do, but you literally cannot be getting mad at me. People are so irrational, jesus christmas.