Beautiful Somethings

findyour-balance:

It is early mornings and peanut butter.
It’s slipping on ice and sweating to death.
It’s feeling like you can’t breathe and wishing your legs would fall off.
It’s sticking it out on the treadmill and pushing through bad runs.
There is no off-season, no one to cheer you on at 5:00 a.m, and no cure for your hunger.
When it comes down to it, running is whatever you want it to be, whatever you need to be, and whatever you have in you.

(via that-sweetsaltysea)

k-hiq:

hikaribakuras:

holyjazspers:

horton hears a huh

horton hears a what

horton hears a chicka chicka slim shady

HORTON HEARS NOTHING HORTON IS AS DEAD AS THIS JOKE

horton hears a hater

(via leccalovesyou)

stopharry2013:

I never had a “boys are icky and gross” phase I’ve literally been chasing dick since birth

(via jessicahoweirdo)