mobilizing after my workout this afternoon.
So I really need to step my mobility game back up.
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mobilizing after my workout this afternoon.
So I really need to step my mobility game back up.
Yesterday Childish Gambino aka Donald Glover released a music video for his new song, “This Is America.”
The internet was fast to highlight the many layers and multiple meanings behind the 4-minute video.
“‘Why the fuck not me?’ should be your motto.”
— Mindy Kaling. (via sublimequotesilove)
Zahra LARI (UAE) Asian Winter Games 2017 SP | read her story here
I WANTED TO BE AN ICE SKATER WHEN I WAS LITTLE BUT DIDNT THINK I COULD BC OF THE OUTFITS BUT !!!!!!!’
^^^^^^ why I always reblog Muslim ladies doing sports
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)
Happy Birthday, my love. I miss you with my everything, every second & every breath of every day.
metal as fuck
We would be celebrating your birthday this weekend
Since it’s Tuesday.
I should be coming home to you on this Friday afternoon, not home to just our cats.
I wonder, so often, what their little brains think about your absence?
I'll think of a memory with you.
And it'll be so, so visceral. Then I remember you're dead. And all I have is memories.
I am the dark and I am the light. I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all.
Christopher Poindexter (via wordsnquotes)
Grief is complicated and weird and a process and a step forward and five steps back. With that noted, I went on a date Friday. And here's my nervous face because I'm a spazz. I will never not love Graham. And I'm really fearful of judgement for dating but, at some point I have to let go of my fear of judgement and just love my life, right?
We must be broken, Again And again; It is how we grow.
Pola Fanous (via wordsnquotes)
But what if I'm tired of growing?
Don’t Hesitate To Ask
Every year the Scottish Poetry Library chooses some of the best poems of the previous year. This is one that made the 2016 list… So many of the people I’ve informed that she is dead have said ‘If there’s anything we can do, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.’ Well, actually, since you offer, yes: Would you mind driving me headlong through the universe at ten million miles an hour, scattering stars like trashcans scorching the sky? Put your foot to the floor, crash right through the gate of Fate, trespass galaxies, straight over black holes and supernovas to the hideout of God. Wait for me while I break down the boardroom door and drag the high and mighty fucker out of his conference with Eternity, his summit on the Mysteries Of Life, and get him to explain to me why it was so necessary to torture and humiliate and finally exterminate my wife. But no. These things I do not say because I know that by ‘anything at all’ you mean a cup of tea or a lift into town, if you’re going that way anyway. Michel Faber
“This poem was written shortly after my wife Eva died of cancer. We had lived together in a railway stationhouse in the Highlands for many years and I returned there alone to grieve. It was an isolated spot and I’m not a driver so naturally neighbours, friends and acquaintances offered various kinds of support.
It is, of course, lovely when people offer you a lift into town or a cup of tea. And useful, too. But the poem addresses the impossible gulf between such gestures and what you truly feel you need when you’ve just lost the love of your life.
Most poems that address death and grief are elegiac and dignified, wrapping up the pain in garlands of beautiful verse. That’s fine for those who want that. This poem is for those who want something else.”
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This poem speaks to the depths of my soul. ❤️
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‘Why the fuck not me?’ should be your motto.
Mindy Kaling. (via sublimequotesilove)