To Be Fit Is Sheer Bliss

Hi I'm Sophia! I have always told myself that I am going to make myself fit, but I really am going to make it happen this time. I want to be lean. I want to be strong. I want to be fierce. I am going to climb this mountain all the way to the top. My UGW??? HEALTHY!!! =) I don't care what weight I am, I just want a nice toned fit body. P.S. If you want me to check out your blog, just message me, maybe I'll follow. I like talking to people so message me anyways =)

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selfish-cunts:

This fucking pisses me off, but not only that, it breaks my heart too. This man literally saved three women from enduring any more torture and pain. As oppose to those assholes who can’t even hide their wrongs and are still seen as “good” guys.

goatmusk:

i always feel inclined to reblog this because it is literally the best hair flip in the history of hair flips

forebidden:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

ourgoatrodeo:

“You look like Gary Busey went bobbing for apples in a tub of bees.”

rainbrolly:

What if you played a game where you put a bit of each element in each chocolate.
The last person alive wins.

reblogging because that.