Something Clever

Witty inspirational quote...

[tat2dgypsy-blog]

When Gypsy came into our life she was only 6 weeks old and she had been called "Spot". She was underfed and what she was eating had little to no nutritional value. The lady who had her said she was a xmas gift for her kids but one turned out to be allergic. It was very obvious by Gypsy's condition that she wasn't telling the truth. In the 6 months we've had her she has grown so much. She is such a friendly dog. She wants to greet everyone. She loves to play and I swear she could chew through rebar lmao. So many people think bully breeds are mean or aggressive. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. Gypsy is an aggressive cuddler and the only thing dangerous about her is her gas. I love my bully girl so much 💜💜💜 #dontbullymybreed #bullies #amstaff #bluebrindle #endbsl #bulliesofinstagram #girlswithbullies #mygypsygirl #bullylove #fartmachine #bullyadvocate #judgethedeednotthebreed #idontwanttofightforyou #bslcansuckit #allbreedsagainstbsl #spoileddog #girlsbestfriend #cuddlebuddy #americanstaffordshireterrier #staffylove #endbreedspecificlegislation #nobsl

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Adulting is HARD

No.....seriously. Adulting is hard work. No one taught me how to do this. How do people have jobs, keep their house clean, exercise, have social lives, and go to school all at the same time??? I’m still trying to figure out how to keep my house clean. I have no clue how I’m going to add in the other stuff.

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Diary of a fat girl

I’m not going to lie. I’m having a really hard time trying to write this. I don’t know how to start. My words fail me. I need to say this though….plain and simple….I’m fat. Now that’s out of the way, let me also say that I am smart, funny, strong, kind, beautiful, and so many other wonderful things. Being fat just means to me that my body is mostly fat. I have battled my weight for as long as I can remember. I used to be a “thick girl”. My body was amazing. I was solid. I had so much muscle but my brain couldnt see it. All I saw was the size of my jeans and the number on the scale. I wasn’t a size 1 and feather light. I was 6″ taller than my mother and a size 5 so my brain told me I was huge. Here I am today, 30 years old and I’d give anything to be that muscular thick girl again. I am currently the biggest I have ever been. I’m not sure how to handle that. It’s embarrassing. Not that I’m fat but that I have let myself get so out of control. I did really good for awhile, exercising and eating right. Then I fell off the wagon so to speak. Now hear I am trying to figure out how to get myself to start again. I wish I had someone to talk to about this. No one understands. Well I’m sure plenty of people understand….just not anyone that I talk to. Writing all of this down for anyone to see is my way of putting this out to the universe. Maybe this will motivate me to get off my ass and put down the french fries. Maybe I’ll keep writing to no one. Who knows….but here’s to day 1.

[spilledmyink-blog]

I am quiet, yes. It is a held truth. However, I am also wild. I am also free. My soul is fire; my mind embodies a storm. My silence is a deafening scream. I ache to be heard. Not for fame, I’ve never enjoyed spotlights. Most have missed the point of my silence. I have lots to say, but one must ask the right questions.

LB (via spilledmyink)

This is so accurate

[tinaswriting-deactivated2017102]

With you everything was so confusing Raindrops felt so hard on my skin, while the raging storms felt so gentle

t.j. // mini poem #29 (via tinaspoetry)

[spilledmyink-blog]

You complained that I stopped calling, but you never once called me back.

LB (via spilledmyink)

I will never again chase someone.

[tat2dgypsy-blog]

Clearing my head a little...

I really don't understand people some times. One minute a person spends all day long talking your ear off like you are their main priority. Then the next day they can hardly be bothered to respond to you. Just make up your mind damnit! I don't trust easy. I don't open up often. I am a socially awkward butterfly. I want lots of friends but I am always worried I'm bothering people or that I seem desperate. Being me is lonely.

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He put makeup on all by himself