GIMMIE

GIMMIE

naturevalley:

True words. Dirt can be dreamy.

naturevalley:

True words. Dirt can be dreamy.

cuntslike-you:

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True. I could be ugly.

cuntslike-you:

True. I could be ugly.

Today was not a good day.

My run this morning hurt. Still. 3 years after my injury and it still hurts to run. I feel betrayed by my own body. I just want that freedom back.

No one was happy to talk to me today. So many people calling in were calling just to yell at someone. That someone was apparently me. Then an old friend decided to yell at me, too, for something I didn’t even do. And the only response to me explaining that she had made a mistake and that I in fact did not do anything was, of course, that I had. And the yelling continued

Today just feels like I’m drowning. I’m sorry to be mopey, no one likes to read mopey posts on tumblr, I just needed to get some things out.

Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow. Or at least angry. Anger gets shit done. Sadness does nothing.

"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."
(via theyoungpoet)

I’m actually crying over this