Running on sunshines

Newly transistioned vegan just looking for more positivity, happiness and miles to run :D 18, UK, London student just starting on a running adventure

[untiloblivions]

thinking about “you haven’t met all the people who will love you” and like!!! you also haven’t found all the things that will make you happy!!!! there will always be new authors and musicians and artists whose work you will one day discover and love!!!! there will always be new hobbies and skills for you to learn and feel fulfilled by!!! there will always be new things around the corner that will bring sudden and unexpected happiness!!!!!!!!!!!

[inkskinned]

she asks: what do you want to be?

there was a time, a long time ago, where i thought i had to be successful. or something. i’d be married at 25 (ha!) and published and stunning. i’d have children and a husband (ha!!) and a career and a book in the works.

but now i want to be kind like it is my job. i want to wake up and think only of how i can help others, and how i can help myself. i want to collect memories. i want to be a deposit box of stories; i want to hold other people’s hands and hear them open up to me. i want to make myself particularly good coffee, but i am okay if it might end up being tea. i want to have an open-door policy. i want to give back enough that nobody goes hungry. i want to have a garden, and i want to take pictures of people laughing, and i want to have named all the raccoons within thirty meters of me. 

i want to know more about how crows speak. i want to learn six notes on the guitar, and i want a voice that is good-to-sing-with but not stunning. i want to make other people feel comfy. i want to watch a good movie and read bad fantasy and invent a world where everything is lovely. where we spend sundays really-just-only relaxing. i don’t need everyone to love me. i just want my friends to be safe and warm. and i want to be, once in a while, startlingly funny.

could i just be … happy. nothing fancy. just happy. a life like a round hum. a life like honey.

[smokeinsilence]

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

[viridianmasquerade]

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

[brandnewleaves]

You know, it’s okay if what happened still affects you. Even if you think it’s been “long enough” and you should be over it, if you’re not, that’s alright. Take your time to heal. Baby steps are fine. Just be honest with yourself and where you are mentally so you can deal with it the best you can. Also, guilt and grieving in recovery are definitely things, so be ready for those. You can mourn the life you could have had and you can simultaneously celebrate the one you’re currently living. You don’t have to follow a timeline set by either you or someone else. Don’t feel weak or dumb for still feeling what you feel. 

[toothmuncher3000]

anyway, my older sister was adopted when she was almost 16 (kinda on accident too), and because of that she got away from an abusive household, went from barely passing classes to being an honour student, and launching into a career where she’s happy and healthy and paying her own way. just two years of parenting where she had 3 meals a day, a bedtime, and parents to help and protect her changed her life radically. Plus, i got an older sister

adopt teenagers.

[major-mitty]

As an adopted kid I support this message

[shrimp-gender]

people who say things like “oh you only have a few years with them” need to remember that these are human beings not a used car. every human being deserves a support system, a jumping off block, a safe place to return

[aromantic-official]

I've only recently identified as aro so I'm new to the community and I haven't spent a lot of time talking to people, (this is probably going to sound dumb) but is there some type of dating without romance??? Like, I would dig a partner or someone to be intimate with since I'm not ace, but I genuinely have no clue if that's a thing.

It doesn’t sound dumb at all (and we don’t care about stupid questions, don’t worry)! You’re basically describing queerplatonic relationships (aka quasiplatonic relationships), which is a type of relationship created by aro people, for aro people (though anyone can be in one) that involves a platonic, close, emotionally intimate bond and commitment, without any romance. There can be other types of attraction at play, such as sexual, sensual, aesthetic, alterous, etc., but it can be without those as well. QPRs are made to be sort of fast-and-loose, as in they’re very flexible, committed platonic relationships with other elements, and can be tailored to the needs and wants of the partners, so it looks different for everyone. You can go on dates, cuddle, live together, have sex, raise children, hang out, date other people while being in a QPR, have deep talks at 3am, do air-fives every time you meet, base major life decisions around each other, or all/none/totally different stuff! How much and what you want to do is completely up to you and your partner(s).

Some more explanations and resources on QPRs:

Answered ask of an aromantic allosexual person wanting a QPR

Some things QPRs can entail, all based on platonic emotional intimacy

A good guide on defining QPRs, technical terms, boundaries, the basis for a QPR, and more

Here are examples and links of people being in very romantically-coded/soft romo QPRs but are still fully platonic in nature

Good definition of QPRs by Mod Kickaxe and what attractions they can be based on (discourse mention in the first part cw)

- Mod Harley

[gael-garcia]

120 Battements par minute (Beats Per Minute, 2017)

Directed by Robin Campillo

[offtherecordsarahc]

What people call “adulting” these days — chores, errands, personal finance, bureaucracy & taxes — is hard for a lot of people, and we’re all vaguely embarrassed about it. We feel like it should be trivial. We rely heavily on technology that makes it easier, and wonder how past generations managed.

For some things, I think it genuinely used to be easier. Back when corporate employment was more paternalistic, the company did a lot of the “adulting” for you. Planning a vacation? You didn’t have Travelocity, but the company did have a travel agent.

Notice how a lot of “adulting” has to be done during working hours? When you’re kind of stealing time from work to do it? How are you *supposed* to do it? I think the answer is “that’s your wife’s job.”

But isn’t this kind of hard for your wife too? Like, it’s hard to go to the bank if you’re dragging a couple of screaming kids, right?

First of all, this only works if the kids are in school most of the day. Second of all, it used to be a lot more normal to have *servants*. Third of all, you can squeeze more work out of people if they feel they *must*, and sexism is great at that.

The 20th century system was never set up to allow a person to work full time *and* do all the chores necessary for a decent life on his/her own. Weird “millennial” ways of filling in the gaps — roommates, software apps, cleaning/laundry services, company perks — are substitutes for old solutions like non-wage-employed family members, servants, government services, and company perks. Sometimes better solutions, sometimes worse, sometimes exactly the same thing under a different name. But the fact that “adulting” is time-consuming and sometimes difficult isn’t a result of some inherent moral turpitude in Millennials. Chores have *always* taken time.

[inkskinned]

fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho

[sternkatze]

My neurologist once went I'll give you some meds but you have to get outside more, get in the sun and walk or run around. And I went "That's totall bulshitt!!! I've been suffering so long and so deeply and you dare say it will get better just from me standing in the sun for some time" Imagine how mad I was when it in fact started to get better after I started standing in the sun for some time every day. Like it didn't cure me but it made life a bit more joyful and bearable, my symptoms eased and didn't come back after I quit meds

[inkskinned]

my name is BABY and you lean out of your car and spit at my feet it lands in a puddle in front of me and i am thirteen and in a suburban neighborhood on the way home from school and i gag and run with my backpack banging like the echo of your words against my back like you are chasing me all the way home my name is SWEETIE and i am fifteen in the city with my friends for the first time and we get a little lost and you follow us for a full block you name my friends HONEY and DARLING and WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU TALK TO ME my name is NICE ASS and it’s two in the afternoon and i still feel my heart slam against my ribs because i am under a hundred and fifty pounds and i have weak lungs and weaker fists and while you saunter down the steps, swinging the beer bottle in your fist, my father who is walking behind me shouts, “she’s seventeen, you dipshit” and maybe i’m near my family but i don’t feel safe until we’re home again my name is JAILBAIT and my friend is laughing and we just graduated high school and we feel like we are on the brink of something beautiful and terrifying and she is in heels and about to throw up and you name her DRUNK ENOUGH and i have to physically drag you off and when we go home she cries for four hours because a night that should have been just teenage fun almost resulted in the end of her trust of humans my name is LOOK AT THOSE TITS and we are on a college campus and the boy i am with holds onto my waist just a little tighter while you drive up next to me. you name him THUG and throw a bottle at his forehead. i can’t stop shaking until long after it’s over. he says “it happens,” and i say, “it shouldn’t.” my name is DAMN GIRL and we are walking down the street. there are ten of you and two of us and you snap a picture when you think we’re not looking. you tell us to either come inside or you’ll fuck us on the street. you all laugh like this is funny. this is compliment. this is just something boys do to get ladies. my name is LITTLE LADY, my name is FINE MISS, my name is FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FRIENDS, my name is LOOK ME IN THE FACE, my name is STOP FROWNING, my name is SMILE, my name is WHY DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT HIM YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, my name is THIS IS A COMPLIMENT so i looked it up according to Oxford that’s “a polite expression of praise or admiration” i think you’ve got the definitions mixed up my name is PRETTY THING, my name takes nice words and make them into bullet wounds my name is NICE BODY and no girl i know has dated a man who catcalled her, my name is GREAT RACK and it turns out that if you shout things at a stranger, they sound like knives more than flowers, my name is WOMEN LIKE YOU NEVER KNOW THEIR PLACE and every single “nice” thing you say to a woman is something you’d never utter to another man because you know that it’s derogatory, my name is PRINCESS and A REASON TO GET PUT IN PRISON and if another man spoke to your mother sister girlfriend like that, you’d kill him my name is SEXY and every time i hear someone raising their voice i am thirteen again and i don’t know who you are and i’m running home with a weight on my shoulders and your words like a slap to my spine and your laughter like a hanging, i am scared and alone and suddenly so small, and compliments are supposed to make me feel good not afraid for my life, compliments are a way of saying “i care and i appreciate you and i thought you should know it,” and if you really meant it as a compliment, you’d care about how i would take it - but you don’t mean it like that, you mean it to show off, you mean it to make us object, you mean it to shove our names into your back pocket so you can tell your friends “i saw the HOTTEST LITTLE THING yesterday” and they can groan about how we just walked away because you don’t see us go home with keys in our fists and all the lights on and we keep 911 dialed just in case and we triple-check our locks and we don’t fall asleep at all because your compliment knocked us over and took who we are if we are all saying “it doesn’t sound like a compliment, it sounds like a threat,” if you really wanted to make us feel good - wouldn’t you stop doing it?

COMPLIMENT =/= CATCALL // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[chuckynachos]

[draw-blog]

On Shopping While Fat 2: Son of Fat

[lock-screens]

perks of being a wallflower

[runningonsmoothies]

trail running is what freedom feels like

[theweekendwildproject-blog]

[championsaremade]

“She liked to tell them that running huge miles in the mountains was ‘very romantic.‘ Gotcha. Grueling, grimy, muddy, bloody, lonely trail-running equals moonlight and champagne. But yeah, Ann insisted, running was romantic; and no, of course her friends didn’t get it because they’d never broken through. For them, running was a miserable two miles motivated solely by size 6 jeans: get on the scale, get depressed, get your headphones on, and get it over with. But you can’t muscle through a five-hour run that way; you have to relax into it, like easing your body into a hot bath, until it no longer resists the shock and begins to enjoy it. Relax enough, and your body becomes so familiar with the cradle-rocking rhythm that you almost forget you’re moving. And once you break through that soft, half-levitating flow, that’s when the moonlight and champagne show up.”

—

Born to Run

for everyone that’s ever asked me how to enjoy running: all you have to do is break through

(via runningonsmoothies)

[brennatwohy]

Swallowtail, by Brenna Twohy, from Zig-Zag Girl.