(Source: in-the-city-that-we-love)
(Source: in-the-city-that-we-love)
I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it.
So I went for a run. And things got better.
I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better.
(Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.)
After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better.
And that realization? Just knowing that?
It made things better.
(Source: rtpforgotr)
good movie
these kicks are sweeeet
7 years of #TWLOHA. I #wearTwloha because I went through my own struggle. I know what it’s like to need the help and sanity of others. Thus, I want people to know I’m there for them, because life gets tough but it’s not the end of the world.
Today is the seven-year anniversary of To Write Love On Her Arms. I #wearTWLOHA because it’s a community. I #wearTWLOHA in hopes that it starts a conversation. I #wearTWLOHA because my story matters. I #wearTWLOHA because hope is real.
OH MY GOSH YES. I hate labels.
It’s crazy how so much can change in less than 6 months. For the good or for the bad. In the past 8 months, I’ve met a guy who from the first time I talked to him I had an instant crush on. He just grabbed my interest so quickly. At first we were just friends, because he didn’t think he would have time to be in a relationship. It ended up though that we were hanging out all the time, and eventually he asked me on a date. It’s been two months since we went on our first date, and I couldn’t be any happier. I don’t really like the words hate or love, because I really think society tends to overuse it. I feel like a lot of couples use the L word way too quickly. Like honestly, how long do you have to know someone before you can know that you actually love someone. I think it’s longer than two months for sure, but I have these crazy feelings for this guy. He’s my everything, he’s all that I could ever want or need. I’m falling for him, but I’m not ready to admit that it’s the L word.
I know lately everyone’s been arguing about the allowtance of same sex marriage to be legal, and this song has caught my mind lately. Pro-equality, everyone should be allowed to legalize their love.