…& THEN…my weight-loss “bucket list” (or: stuff to do by the time I get to my ultimate goal weight), mostly all of which are physical/fitness related. #bike500 #hike100 #weightloss #goals
Wrote down a list of non-food weight loss rewards for every five pounds I lose, with stars to fill in as I reach them. Every fifteen I get a new outfit & when I get to my goal I’m gettin’ sexy under-thangs! ♡ #ohhlala #weightloss #goals #rewards
Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am saying
I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet,
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok, from “Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem”
I beat both of my scores in the past two days & now I feel like I have nothing to work towards. What am I supposed to do…go outside?!
"I’m preparing myself for an extended period of loneliness
That will begin very soon I think
I’ve illegally downloaded two new depressing songs
I’ve placed a copy of Good Morning, Midnight under my pillow for easy reference
I’ve printed out all the tablature for every Morrissey song I know so I can sing them to myself
Alone in my room
Just a few things are needed really
To make me calm
While I figure out a simple, clean, and effective way to kill myself,
With minimal stress for the person who has to find and dispose of my body
But I’ll probably never think of a way
Because I’ll probably never kill myself
I’ll just lie in my bed suffocating myself with my pillows
While listening to the four songs you said were your favorite
And maybe burn myself a little with the iron
On special occasions
And the next time I’m in a subway station,
I’ll stand a little further on the yellow line
Or maybe the next I’m at your apartment
I’ll try a little harder"
"Jean Rhys", Ellen Kennedy, Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs
'I hoped we would both just know when it was time…That we’d have one of those moments. Like in the movies, foreign movies, when something small happens, something almost imperceptible, & it changes everything. Like there’s a man & a woman having breakfast…& the man reaches for the jam, & the woman says, ‘I thought you didn’t like jam,’ & the man says, ‘I didn’t. Once.’
Or maybe it isn’t even that obvious. Maybe he reaches for the jam & she just looks at him like she doesn’t know him anymore. Like, the moment he reached for that jar, she couldn’t recognize him.
After breakfast, he’ll go for a walk, & she’ll go to their room & pack a slim brown suitcase. She’ll stop on the sidewalk & wonder whether she should say good-bye, whether she should leave a note. But she won’t. She’ll just get into the taxi & go.
He knows as soon as he turns onto their walk that she’s gone. But he doesn’t turn back. He doesn’t regret a single day they spent together, including this one. Maybe he finds one of her ribbons on the stairs…’"
Attachments, by Rainbow Rowell