My World.

Simple Pleasures in Life pt. 1

-a good book, on that leave you completely exhausted by the end because you will have lived several lives in that medium 

-being completely healthy (no aches or pains) you people who haven’t suffered the amount of injury I have take this shit for granted

-a pretty girl with a gorgeous smile and a beautiful personality

-summer breezes

-that moment on the court when you know you are completely unstoppable and are going to fucking destroy your opponent

-the beach

-meeting a stranger then realizing you both have so much in common

-incredible chemistry with a girl

-emotional connections (in bed)

-good food

Pushed to Exhaustion

i just finished a session of hot yoga. wow. honestly, this might have been one of the most intense workouts i’ve ever done. but i’m not even talking about my physical exhaustion, i was pushed to my mental brink at this point. 

this came as a surprise to me; i’ve always considered myself somewhat mentally strong, as evidenced by pledging and my ability to reform myself after tragic catastrophes. twenty minutes before the class was going to end, my head was swooning and i could not sit up. i lay down on my mat trying to keep still and levelheaded, i tried my best to focus on my breathing but the heat would not let me. the unbearable, sweltering inferno of incandescence would driving me to near derangement. despite my lack of energy, my complete lethargy and utter apathetic aura that consumed my body, i was at confusing polar extremes. i was filled with a restlessness and had to keep moving though that probably raised my body temperature even higher. i could not think of anything else except how sluggish time stagnant time seemed to pass, just dawdling and laughing at me. after ten minutes of rest i sat up, immediately felt dazed, damned my pride and had to leave the room. however, the instructor would not let me. i was filled with a sense of anger and befuddlement. could he not see that i was suffering? i contrived to lay down again and waited in tortuous agony until class was finally over. the cold air outside never felt as refreshing.

Just because I don’t talk to you

rekaayuchii:

Doesn’t mean I don’t think about you. Doesn’t mean I don’t check up on you. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry and wonder about how you are doing. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore.

(Source: philjayr, via verbalxpression)