y’all I’m ngl my intense need to fight my ed + celiac with furiously stubborn romanticism is about this 🤏🤏 close to just making me into a food/lifestyle blogger. I am not at all the kind of person to do that. and yet.
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was feeling a little bummed out about my workout progress because i got a little caught up in comparing myself to others (the mind killer), but lately ive noticed my sleeves getting caught on my forearms when i roll them up or down like they never have before and that. is so small, but such a huge boost to my motivation because that is something i can feel for myself. and even if i never manage to bulk up or visibly look like a person who works out, i know how far ive come more than anyone else ever will and i can feel proud of that. i can remember that im doing this for my sake alone and feel at peace knowing that thats a worthy effort.
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here’s one of my stories:
During 7th grade state testing there was a boy in my group who I didn’t have any normal classes with but he was just so pretty and I had a week of state testing to like stare at him but I was determined to talk to him. So after testing one day I literally walked so fast to catch up to him and fully introduced myself to him and he was just like oh hi
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Honestly I am so damn grateful that my brain never conjured up a tattoo-worthy skulduggery design before Bedlam was published because from TDotL up until like 2019 I was fully committed to dedicating the lower half of my left leg to this shit.
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