it's coming back to my endless blue

My entire life has revolved around that perfect risk which I so refuse to take. For whatever reason. But mostly because I am scared. Of judgments. Of my own fixed presence. Of falling. Yet here I am, falling behind. I should've taken the risk. Not because I am perfect, nor because the situation finally is. But simply because I might learn. And I might win.

i bet it feels good as fuck to be a piece of sourdough bread that gets dipped in olive oil with various seasoning & herbs

I can feel when you move me to the bottom of your queue btw. And it hurts my feelings

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

endlessly inspired by women who take good care of themselves

Everyone say thank you sanitation workers we owe you our lives sanitation workers

every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture