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watch out beezies and potential rapists
I’m getting in shape. I mean, kick-ass-watchoutbeeziesandpotentialrapists-shape. And that is about enough to make me feel like I just snorted a platter of cocaine and own a bazooka. And I’m really happy, despite my life so far feeling like a 24-year-long transition. Maybe that’s just how I’m built, or maybe it’s a Gemini thing, if I even believe in all that (who knows if I do?). I’ve finally embraced the fact that I love changing everything, all the time, and that’s okay because although I might be scatterbrained at times, change and transition are what makes me happy. Which is good, because I’ll never be one of those victims, crying about how they’ve been in this shitty situation for forty years and they just have no control or means to change. Instead, I hope to die someone who’s tried everything, but only kept up with the things she liked.
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“If you always put limits on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.”
- Bruce Lee
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I like dudes and all, but I think I account for a million of those 40 million views…
Stop, stop, STOP comparing yourself to other people. Stop thinking that you’re better than them, or worse than them, or that they’re so cookie-cutter and you’re so unique or that they have so many friends and you don’t or that they’re pretty and you’re a few decimal points below their level of hotness or that you’re so hot and everyone else is just jealous. STOP! When you compare yourself to others, you are always being a dick to someone in the equation. Slow down—the life you save may be your own.
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