If it catches my eye, you're gonna hear about it.
WHAT IS IT WITH MIDDLE-AGED MEN CALLING ME FAT
It’s because they’re going thru their mid life crisis; sports car, women as arm candy, dying hair…and if you’re not a Barbie then you’re fat.
I feel sorry for them. Idiots
Fucking pizza place pumpin’ their shit all out and about when I get out the gym..
When all you can do is choose to see, real or perceived, what others are doing wrong to you, you’re living in fear. You’re not living in the realm or the perception you want to be in. Is the former how you want to live? Constantly thinking others are attacking you or out to get back at you?
How do you let that way of thinking go? How do you stay focused on yourself and yourself only when it comes to your emotions?
I guess you would have to kinda be full of yourself. Some of us don’t need help in this area. Unfortunately, I do. As a teen we are all kinda naturally this way. Some were awkward or different let the pressures of our peers shake that up in us. Some if us never got away from it.
I did. And I went the complete opposite if awkward to self assured. At least it looked that way to others. I was completely original and gorgeous. So I thought.
Inside I was constantly battling what others thought. That’s an adolescent thing. But we still sorta do that as adults don’t we? Still worry about what others think of us? Even a little if your a nay sayer.
Why do we still get caught up in that? Whether we are battling it or battling with it that our significant other is a little caught up in it. It’s ego right?
Do we work out to be healthy or for the physical beneficence of vanity? And is it ok to love the latter? It’s ok. But that’s not all of it right?
At 43, I am in need if a little more of that conceit. A little more of that self assurance.
I need a little more ‘Beyoncé’ attitude in my life.
Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via psych-facts)
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,
there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,
there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes
there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem
someone is thinking
someone finally understands
they never really