You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)
Mission log: day 233.
"Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via ismiamora)
No thigh gaps ever cause I’m keeping it warm for you. #YoureWelcome
A full night’s sleep would be nice.
I’m sick of dating.
I’m actually excited about my menu change coming up this next week. The last one I did turned out really well and I’m just gonna keep moving forward.
I am debating being a crazy person and getting a part time job for a little bit.
I’m gonna start doing yoga at home. Any followers have resources or helpful advice for home practice?
I’m getting tattooed in two weeks and I’m stoked..slowly but surely finishing up my arm.
I got dizzy for the first time smoking a cigarette yesterday. It took me by surprise..like I felt drunk for 30 seconds. So weird.
Yep. There’s all the random shit floating around in my head.
"I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there."