|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via c-ovet)|
I was supposed to be doing something productive since about two hours ago.
I’ve been alternating between Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr for about two hours. ._.
For more than a year now, I’ve been feeling really discouraged about the conditions of my feet. I had to avoid volleyball, running, jumping, going up stairs, high heels, and flats just so I could stop feeling like I was walking on broken glass.
It may not seem like much to you, but I had to go…
I still don’t understand the whole shoe thing but for everything else, I’m right there with you. People take for granted the condition of their feet, their backs, their bodies. They don’t understand that. There is passion in patience and restraint. Please, try your best to wait this one out. I know how it is to wait, sitting with your hands under you but once you recover from your surgery, we are going to jog the shit out of our feet. You’ll teach me how to play volleyball and I’ll teach you how to throw a punch. We will both recover and we will enjoy the pursuit of our respective dream lifestyles. We will enjoy what others take for granted. We’ll go hiking with the Guintus, we’ll sprint up mountains, or better yet move them. We’ll fucking do it all.
I just need you to be a little more patient.
did i actually save or did i imagine it? better save eleven more times
People will always be people and you’re not always going to have people to go to in the way you want.
But there is training. The thing about training is that it is its own form of purity. It will always be there as long as your body is willing. When your “friends” aren’t there or they’re dicking around being unreliable, you can always turn to training, because your training partners are there to train. The goal is to help each other improve and that will always be there. Training is pure and it’s professional and it will always be there.
And I don’t mind being alone anymore. I have training.
my friend and i split an 18 pack and played mad fighting games
|—||Susan Cain, Quiet (via larmoyante)|