how can i permanently smell like vanilla? asking for a friend.
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Being the village freak isn't easy but someones gotta do it
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Gonna start posting more, but cute pink scale I bought from Amazon! It comes with an app too, so now when I weigh myself it'll sync automatically so I don't have to keep entering stuff all the time. Kinda sucks that I gained though :/ but hopefully I'll be more motivated.
EDIT: I ordered this from Amazon and at some point it wasn't listed, so if the Amazon link doesn't work in the future then here's the link to it from their website!
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My Ed: OKAY THIS IS IT. STARTING TOMORROW WEâRE FASTING FOR 7 WEEKS. WEâRE DRINKING 6 LITERS OF WATER AND WEâRE WORKING OUT EVERY DAY AND WEâRE NOT STOPPING THIS TIME
My common sense:
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my blog truly reflects my life.. inconsistent.. disorganised⌠annoying
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"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.
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(Seen on FB)
RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.Â
When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldnât get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.
I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didnât have much to âbringâ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.
âWhat are you struggling with?â he asked.
I gestured around me and said âI dunno man. Life.â
Not satisfied with my answer, he said âNo, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?â
I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didnât want to say it.
I wanted to have something more substantial.
Something more profound.
But I didnât.
So I told him, âHonestly? The dishes. Itâs stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CANâT do them because Iâll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just canât stand and scrub the dishes.â
I felt like an idiot even saying it.
What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and Iâm whining to my therapist about dishes?
But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:
âRUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.â
I began to tell him that youâre not supposed to, but he stopped me.
âWhy the hell arenât you supposed to? If you donât want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.â
It blew my mind in a way that I donât think I can properly express.
That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.
I felt like I had conquered a dragon.
The next day, I took a shower lying down.
A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.
There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.
Now that Iâm in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.
But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:
THERE ARE NO RULES.
RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!!!
(by Kate Scott 2018)
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