Sunglasses in the bath, the cure for any ailment.
Come for the rapier wit, stay for the cuddles and the frequent naps.
Shut the front door.
If you want to eat pizza and watch Lord of the Rings or Star Wars all day with the occasional sexual break, then you are marriage material.
(Source: gn4rwolves, via godyoutalkpretty)
*whimpers*
Thank god for rest days and peanut butter and banana toast.
Love to your mothers.
Pretty sure that somewhere there’s a promise about teenage skin magically disappearing in your 20’s… Still waiting.
Bed headed and full of lovely Thai green curry (which, by the way, is probably the best comfort food known to man) in preparation for a workout, a zombie run and a tkd sesh in a few hours. Wunderbar!
Love to your mothers.
After doing strength training for the first time in over a month yesterday, my muscles are complaining at even the most insignificant of movements.
I’m like, sorry back, I have to breathe or we’ll die. Suck it up, princess.
So begins the 6week6pack and ends week 6 of c25k. Apologies for my pale, chubby self in the early morning light.
Feeling much less rainy today, witness this fitness!
I’ll just be going now.
Love to your mothers.
