No man is an island
but I am not a man.
you couldn’t pay me to believe
that these memories are not waves.
I feel like I have nothing worth saying anymore.
probs don’t. Been trying to clear my mind, and try new things and take more chances and say yes more.
(Source: gameofthronesdaily, via deathistheroadtoawe)
It’s been about a year since I’ve done anything that reminds me of you.
My arms were no longer twigs of pain today so I went climbing again, I guess they’re resetting routes so most everything is haphazard, but I found a really nice traverse that I got to work on and it’s so great knowing you’re getting stronger because you can feel the results. I like being at the gym because (while it’s pretty sub-par as far as climbing walls go) it’s free, and the few people I meet are friendly. I do miss the UTEP gym though, and outdoor climbing, hopefully soon I’ll be back to where I used to be and can start going to the mountain again.
Also, if anyone knows how to change a bike tire, get at me.
I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.
II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
—-All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via violentwavesofemotion)
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My new #chalk bag. #rockclimbing
It felt really good to be back at it again.
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I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep easily.
(Source: vegancuisine, via unfunnywhitegirl)
you can pretend like i dont exist but i still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
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