put your feet up and enjoy



tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.
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Shopping with mum.. I need this!! 🍷🍷🍷

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So cute!

So cute!

(Source: ayeobeyjessica)

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"Hockey players aren’t even attractive…"

price-isright:

oh

ok

really

ok

are

you

fucking

sure

about

that

??????

are you

(Source: jonathanslow)

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Stanley cup bald spot.. Now that is devotion!

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:] #bostonbruins

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tagged: bostonbruins,






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lothruin:

Ladies playing hockey in 1890. The woman in white is Lady Isobel Stanley, daughter of Lord Frederick Stanley, of Stanley Cup fame. Lady Isobel was a driving force behind the popularization of ice hockey as a sport, in addition to being a significant influence on her father in the creation and presentation of the Stanley Cup. In short, ladies have been playing ice hockey since the beginning of the sport, and a woman helped to bring the sport to the popularity it enjoys today. The gents should remember that next time they look at me funny when I say my daughter wants to play ice hockey.

lothruin:

Ladies playing hockey in 1890. The woman in white is Lady Isobel Stanley, daughter of Lord Frederick Stanley, of Stanley Cup fame. Lady Isobel was a driving force behind the popularization of ice hockey as a sport, in addition to being a significant influence on her father in the creation and presentation of the Stanley Cup. In short, ladies have been playing ice hockey since the beginning of the sport, and a woman helped to bring the sport to the popularity it enjoys today. The gents should remember that next time they look at me funny when I say my daughter wants to play ice hockey.

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It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.



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betype:

You be the anchor… (by mostrico // www.alejogiraldo.com)

betype:

You be the anchor… (by mostrico // www.alejogiraldo.com)

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