Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
Someday I’ll be an instructor and I’ll have my own little classroom and my own little desk with white roses in coffee beans.
And someday I’ll have a clean house with an actual, live houseplant in it.
And I’ll have a book with my name on the spine sitting on the shelf in my own little office. But it will just be there like a framed photo is, so I can look at it sometimes and smile.
It’ll be next to my marathon medals sitting haphazardly on the shelf.
Big dreams. Tumblr time management.
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
—John Green, Paper Towns (via kushandwizdom)
I miss the days when my sisters and I would just max oreos like potheads and watch Netflix and talk about life, but mostly I miss the days when I was completely unaware of how completely fucking pointless all of this is.
But I didn’t want to take a selfie and put it on instagram or make a status on Facebook so every family member can know…
I’m training for a half marathon. This is a big deal for me. I have always been a runner at heart but life comes up, especially when anxiety and depression are involved.
Anyway, I was stressing majorly about turning 25 and I decided that instead of spending it bored and drunk like the last four birthdays I’ve had, I registered for a half marathon that fatefully is exactly on my birthday.
Now, I’m training, but part of training is cross training. Cross training days, I have taken to a cycling class that happens to be taught by an ex marine turned triathlete.
I have a calf strain and runners knee from those classes, and I’m really upset because the only reason I took them was because I thought they would make me a better runner.
The past week I have had Such a psychological battle with myself. Instead of adhering to the training program, i have been on the couch, iced up from ankle to knee, inhaling vitamins and fish oil and protein powder and anything else I can get my hands on.
Today, i couldn’t take it anymore. I ran. It wasn’t for very long, more like block long spurts between walking, but I did it. And I’m happier than I have been in a week. They say to listen to your body, and despite my whining knees, my legs were screaming at me to run. So I did. I feel alive.
I just wanted to tell anyone about it. Are there any runners on tumblr? Can anyone relate?