pesto is not bad for you.
(via run-faster-eat-better)
(Source: insomniaticthoughts)
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(via gbass)
(Source: keeeepyourheadup, via the-perpetual-dreamer)
(via hardestpartofliving)
"This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. “Oh, it’s just a couple little innocent bad days.” Well, we had a big rain. I don’t know what it was growing in, but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke ‘em down to nothin’. They’re your days. Choke ‘em!"
— Tom Waits (via julie911)
(via quote-book)
Is anyone out there?
I need. help.
(Source: idekseriously, via the-perpetual-dreamer)
Can’t stay like this. It’s been a whole week. You can’t ball your eyes out every single damn day every time there’s nothing to distract you or when you hear a sad song. You have to fucking harden up. Today has to be the last. You can’t keep feeding your sadness with food. Dimsum on tuesday, pork steak wednesday, curry yesterday, steak and 1 and a half huge as chunk of kick as chocolate mousse with cream. Seriously. You worked so hard for the body you’ve earned. You went to the gym today. Everything was for nothing considering what you just put into your stomach. You can’t let your emotions destroy what you’ve worked so hard for. You cannot depend your happiness on something that is not guaranteed. He’s gotten it into his head way ahead of you, try and keep up. Please. Don’t be the idiot standing there with nothing left to offer. You’re better than that. You are.
