Every time someone (including my boyfriend) tells me they find me attractive, I assume they’re a “chubby chaser” for being into me and think that’s the only way someone could find me attractive. I can’t tell if it’s worse that I think that is a flaw or if I assume that’s the only way someone could be into me :/
so lolzimelite tagged me in this six selfie thingumabob. which im flattered by, since she is one of my favorite people on tumblr that i follow silently from afar *blushyface*. anyway, these are all taken within the last year and a half.
1) a sleepy selfie in bed with no make up on. au natural, my friends.
2) in hawaii, in cams dorm, after i just buzzed the back of my head with an under shave. April, 14
3) taken with my two best friends in the world out of camera view, this is my single favorite photo ever. December, 13
4) i took this getting ready for my second job last week. i was in sweatpants, a hard hat, steel toed boots, a braid, makeup less, and sweating 3.5 minutes before i took this *proud* July, 14
5) im dipping my toes in the most pristine water i’d ever seen, on Koh Rong Island, Cambodia. It was a weekend getaway while I began a journey doing the hardest job of my entire life. January, 14
6) a photo of me in my favorite place in the world. Sevilla, España. (although the sign says malaga). This was my study abroad, where I met my partner, Cam, and where my true obsession with travelling really took a hold of me. I long to return here every day of my life. March, 13
if any of you read this, thats really cool of you.
im tagging bri and christian. i’m not typing out your urls though…. sawry.
ps. im not tagging you, danny, because you wouldn’t take a selfie if someone had a gun to your head.
Little reminders I’m not in Cambodia anymore : seeing (even just one) child on the back of a motorcycle makes me do a double take and catches me by surprise…. Seeing a whole family on one these days just might give me a heart attack
My heart is constantly torn between wanting a community to belong to and wanting to continue to travel the world nomadically
after a pretty successful 60+ hour work week, I’m collapsing in bed, ordering pizza, and watching about 800 hours of dexter. there will be no social activity occurring in the next 24 hours until lifting and running tomorrow.
Boys at work fixed my car for free. Fuck yeah.
this day could hardly get any fucking worse if it tried
the car i JUST had put in the shop broke down again (in front of a fucking fire hydrant), i need it to get to my two fucking jobs, i took the morning off of work just to show up to a doctors appointment that he didn’t even show fucking up for, so i need to take more time off of work to just get a fucking referral to the eating disorder program i’ve already fucking gone through, and i do not have the the god damn sweet mother of jesus time for this horse shit
I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT
was squatting yesterday, and accidentally loaded an extra 10 lbs on one side of the bar… And didn’t notice, for every single working set. Pumped out 211 for sets of five, though
Woke up with TWO pairs of underwear on this morning… And I wasn’t even drunk last night. Fml
Well, it’s safe to say I’m developing that Low Bar Perma-Rub. You can see exactly where I lay the bar on my back at this point lol
Got an ice cream after work at mcdonalds yesterday. This chunk of plastic was inside of it 😐
Real talk: the people you meet in the squat rack can be the nicest friggen people
5 bucks away from 300 dollars !!!