If you are reading this: Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then i dont know what is.
I can’t believe I’m posting this what whatever.
Left: February 2013
Right: September 2014
I didn’t realize how big my booty had actually gotten until this morning when my butt ate my underwear. Anyways, I’m kinda sick of people saying “if you want an ass you need to squat” because in the picture on the left I could squat 150lbs. Basically what I learned was that dead lifts build your booty a lot more than squats, ANDDDD you need to fucking eat like you’re about to enter a famine. That is all :)
you look so good oh my god. BABE.
Makin’ all kinds of gainzz
I admire people who have the ability to touch you and still be thousands of miles from your presence.
the thing is though everytime a girl compliments me on a dress/skirt with pockets and I declare THANKS IT HAS POCKETS her response completely changes from “oh that’s nice” to “FUCK ME BACKWARDS ARE YOU FOR REAL SHOW ME SHOW ME THE POCKETS”
The one phrase that makes most girls lose their shit, it has pockets.
The struggle is real.
You know what, I can over think everything and find a million ways to doubt myself. I’ve just come to realize that, we’re only here briefly. And while I’m here, I wanna allow myself joy. So fuck it.
Fun fact: if you approach an employee and insist that they go ‘check the back’ for an item that’s not on the shelf, there is a 90% chance that they’ll go to the back room, scratch their ass and check their text messages for five minutes, and come back out with a sympathetic smile and a ‘Sorry!’ because they know without even looking that the stock isn’t there.
I’m constantly embarrassed. I fidget and twist my hair and pull weird faces and stutter. Some days I feel quite confident, then others there’s a microscopic flaw about myself physically, which will make me embarrassed to walk the streets.
Graham Coxon (via danmaru)