That is all I want to be. But my current job keeps me from both of those things. I need to re-evaluate everything I am doing right now. I need more than the rat race. What is the point of life? I need a purpose again.
"I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore. "
i literally never get tired of this post
I still get chills when I think about people hearing this for the first time.
A spider crawled up my arm while we were at the river today. I’m very uncomfortable with spiders being on me. It was massive and I didn’t want it to bite me, so instead of screaming I bit down on my wrist and looked away until it decided to crawl off of my arm and onto the rock where it was squished. I actually left teeth marks in my arm. But I remained calm. That was some fear factor grade shit for me right there.
Shark week coincides with actual shark week right now. Come the fuck on.
Every time I think about deleting my tumblr because I hardly have time to update it, I go on to delete it and I see all these things that inspired me before and still have so much meaning to me. All the things that I reblog for one reason or another. They still motivate me. So I can’t delete this. Because I still have hope that I can become a healthier person.