Sitting in the shower
is magical. Getting up with shaky legs is terrifying.
I may have died today with legs. Or mega beasted. I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything. Oh, hey existential crisis, I’ve missed you. Wait, who am I, what am I doing? Oh yeah, my legs are not cooperating with me anymore today. You did good, legs. Real good.
chris evans with a beard is the type of guy to take you out drinking and take you home and fuck you until you cannot walk
chris evans without a beard is the type of guy to bring you flowers and coffee before work and tell you a joke while making love
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.
My sentiments exactly
-we surf to school
-if we don’t say “dude” at least 10 times a day we will die
-same with “like”
-we cry when it’s 60 degrees Fahrenheit bc it’s cold
My life is a constant battle between
wanting to be thin and wanting to be strong af
wanting to be in a relationship and wanting to be left alone
wanting to buy things and wanting to be financially secure
wanting to be adventurous and wanting to have a set life plan
the yin and yang dyads, dude. I am right there with you
THERE IS NO BETTER FEELING THAN SUCCEEDING. Hitting that PR, finding that new muscle, running that extra mile. It is amazing. Blissful. Perfect. Keep going. It’s going to happen!!!!
I want all these people to want to date me but I don’t want to like them back.