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Had to be done

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:14:29 -0700

Had to be done

assiest: why do people have to get ready for bed? i’m always ready for bed

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:26:09 -0700

assiest:

why do people have to get ready for bed?

i’m always ready for bed

You don’t know until you know.

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:54:51 -0700

You think candles are the greatest fucking thing until fluorescent lighting until ambient lighting and until you have some semblance of control and you can point the light to a corner that expresses “warm” and “welcome”.

You think that smile that catapults you into a tiny curlicue is the end all, be all.

We have long lives, my lovelies.

You don’t know what the best hug is what the best sex is what the best Sunday morning is what the best detour is what the best super silly falling together of personalities is.

There is no way to know, until you know.

In the wake of Saturday

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:44:51 -0700

I don’t like when people watch my brush my teeth.

I want to read all the things all the time. Well, alright, I guess there are lots of things I don’t like reading. Like Jane Austen. Sorry, not my bag.

I fucking love hiking. I never think about how hard I’m working because it’s like WHERE AM I PUTTING MY FOOT NEXT WE COULD DIE YOU KNOW. There ain’t no quitting in the middle. Oh, are you gonna sit on that rock? Then what? You know you have to keep going, right? No one is gonna airlift you to a spa with fountains of unlimited coconut water. WALK ON, SELF. THIS IS SPARTA.

Sometimes just the faces people make effect me. I can read all the sentences you want to say, and it’s wilting me.

I find peas to be mildly underrated.

There are lots of things I like doing that I’m not particularly good at.

I’m hosting a get together on my roof tomorrow which is kind of a BIG DEAL for an introvert like me. I am saving up all my social energy.

All my best friends contain multitudes and I am fascinated and happy to know them. Tell me all your stories.

Things I've learned, like, recently

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:56:17 -0700

1. Grilled onions are a world of difference from raw onions

2. I love running downhill.

3. Baking… whatthefuckever. I know it’s cute and warm and appealing but some of us just don’t have the touch.

4. Teal, red, black, white, gray. That’s all.

5. Kiss him when you feel like it,

This is Lizy's Blog.: The world is full of liars.

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:03:07 -0700

This is Lizy's Blog.: The world is full of liars.:

lizyrules:

People always told me that once I make cardio a regular part of my routine, I’d feel energized and invigorated and happier.

You are all trying to trick me. Cardio is exhausting and after 30 minutes on the treadmill I sit on the floor for a while until the thought of taking a shower doesn’t seem…

HOLD UP.

1. All cardio is not created equal. Running is not cardio barre is not speedwalking is not tabata is not biking is not hiking. You have to find that thing that feels good for you. Endorphins are not store bought. And mannnnn you’re for sure gonna know what you HATE before you know what you eventually love.

2. Not everyone was meant to get up at run 3 miles at 6am. I feel like a depressed walrus at 7am. You couldn’t get me to run 3 miles without something shiny and fantastically rewarding dangling in the distance. And maybe a forklift. A bedazzled forklift. You have to know your body and your rhythms and be very in tune with that burst of energy you get at 5:45pm that helps you scale mountains.

There isn’t really a #3.

Just don’t believe the hype. You’re not a prototype. Fuck SCIENCE. Listen to your insides.

lizyrules: Talkin’ bout my generation.

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:29:16 -0700

lizyrules:

Talkin’ bout my generation.

Mom stories for Mother’s Day! One about how I actually...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:29:07 -0700

Mom stories for Mother’s Day! One about how I actually resisted being a princess. Perish the thought!

This song moves me. More Music from MisterWives

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:46:56 -0700

This song moves me.

More Music from MisterWives

Daily Thought: My Dream Fridge

Fri, 10 May 2013 13:47:44 -0700

thefrenemy:

Instead of posting less because I have a book (the annoying curse of blog-to book), I have decided to post more. It usually takes me a couple of days to form the cohesive thoughts of a big ole post, which I won’t stop doing about [feminism! Body image! Lists about summer!] Now, I want you guys to kind of peek into my life a bit. If you think this is a shitty idea, let me know via compliments and praise.

Today, I’ve been thinking a lot about my desire for a real adultfridge. I went on a mini-vacay last weekend, to my BFF’s hometown, and I was quite impressed with her mom’s fridge. Now—my fridge has evolved in the past few years, but is nowhere close to being perfect. In college it was beer and mustard and three-week old leftovers. Now it’s ginger ale and three-week old leftovers and cheese of questionable age. To create a vision-board post of sorts, in the hopes I can one day obtain perfection. here is my perfect dream fridge. One must start from somewhere, and for me, that somewhere cannot be grocery shopping.

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Glitter in the air

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:56:20 -0700

I love birthdays. I love celebrating and making people feel special and that they’re worth the effort.

Making you feel good makes me feel good. I want you to know I’m glad you were born and that you are all the things that make up the masterpiece you are now.

I know getting older has a stigma but you are so much more you and your stories are so much more colorful and engaging. I want to hear them all.

Bought myself a gift from @pygmyhipposhoppe today

Sat, 04 May 2013 14:22:56 -0700

Bought myself a gift from @pygmyhipposhoppe today

Starting Sweet Tooth #books #reading #quotes

Fri, 03 May 2013 00:14:59 -0700

Starting Sweet Tooth #books #reading #quotes

Back.

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:13:00 -0700

Oh THANK FUCK I feel normal today.

Mostly, when I’m sick with the flu or something, I have a hard time remembering what it’s like to be well. I can’t crawl into its skin. I am only sick, until I am well. It is Oz, and I am drowsily lounging in a field of poppies.

But I’ve read plenty, over the years, about women who experienced severe depression while taking birth control… it took them YEARS to figure out what it was. YEARS, my friends. HOW DOES ONE LIVE LIKE THAT? Now, maybe I have the advantage of going 0-crazy in 3 days in past experiences, so I harbor that sacred knowledge. But this time (whatthefuckever, lets get into specifics) I was on it 6 weeks and only at week 4 did I notice ~the clouds~. But if you’ve been to planned parenthood or shitty OB/GYNs EVER, they’ll tell you “it’ll pass”. In 3 months, you’ll adjust.

THREE MONTHS ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? It’s barely been ONE month and I’ve bitten my fingers down to their core, had two anxiety attacks, cried for 3 days straight, hated the shape of everything that made up me, weirded my bf out, took a personal day from work, bought at least $400 worth of shit I didn’t need to quell my mood and… yeah.

It’s just so different. And I’m always so sorry for even trying. It’s exhausting.

And now my best friend has made a vow to never, ever let me try hormonal bc again. I told her she can use violence if she has to. Unless I read an article in Wired that’s like “SCIENCE HAS STEPPED THE FUCK UP” and I can interview actual persons who back that shit.

Maybe this is all TMI but I think ~most~ women go through it, so it can’t hurt to have it out there.

I’m back. With a clear head and motivation and feelings that won’t snake around your neck and drown you.

I’m back.

Reading material

Wed, 01 May 2013 22:35:15 -0700

Reading material

WHY DINOSAURS? I’ll tell you.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:14:12 -0700

WHY DINOSAURS? I’ll tell you.

In a world full of the word yes, I'm hear to scream... NO

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:03:13 -0700

First, it’s fog. It keeps you from thinking of the right words and often halts your side of conversations from ever happening. The words get to the tip of your tongue, then get tired.

Then come the clouds. The incredible weight that is DO I HAVE TO? Maybe it’s just disturbed sleep. Maybe everyone really DOES have terrible ideas. Sentences hit you the wrong way. Chairs are less comfortable. Maybe it’ll pass. It’ll pass, right? This is stupid.

Then the storm. The tears and the irrationality and the hours where only staying in bed with a blanket over your head makes sense. The missing everyone, but not being able to be around anyone-ness. The wanting to be comforted SO badly that it’s an ache—but what would they do, or say? There is no right thing.

Just say you’re sick. It’s easier.

Sad, sick—they’re close enough cousins, right?

Today I quit the lo lo lo whatever birth control. It’s insane that it’s supposed to make me “regular” and it jumps ramps me up for a complete fucking meltdown. I know it’s only been bad news before, but I always think SCIENCE! SCIENCE, you’ve had 2ish years to improve since I last made this pharmaceutical quest—surely you’ve improved!

(No. The answer is no, not at all.)

Don’t ever let me do that again.

That’s a rabbit hole I’m ready to bury the fuck out of.

DONE.

Today I went for a run and I will go for as many runs as it takes to rid my body of everything that doesn’t feel like me.

Good night, mood.

Girl you never learn

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:43:00 -0700

It’s the lowest dosage ever, she said. Lowest dosage in all the land!

Well I should have known my body won’t tolerate any additional hormones, no matter how infinitesimal they might be. No matter how many “LOs” are in the name.

First my sleep was out of whack. I was getting like 3 or 4 hours a night, never sleeping straight through. But no moodiness! And then in the past couple weeks, just thought I had PMS. In the past few days, though, I have quickly devolved into a weepy, can’t leave the house sort of insane person.

Like if I had a chaise lounge I would be perpetually throwing myself onto it in a very dramatic fashion. Not that there’s any other way to throw oneself onto a chaise lounge.

So, I quit. Or I’m quitting tomorrow, anyway.

Here’s hoping my sanity returns swiftly.

When you don't feel good

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:08:00 -0700

And you just try to keep busy because if you stop, if you pause, if you let things settle—it’ll throb, as it often does, for attention. Black and blue and adhered to you.

It’ll slow-scrape your insides. Strand by strand, the things that keep you together will let you fall apart.

It makes words tumble out of you, but also make you a firecracker of irrationality. Blues and ceruleans and fuchsias. A river of profuse confessions.

Somebody wrap me in something quiet and heavy.

I need something else from this day, but I don’t know what.

#tbt a story i never finishes

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:36:37 -0700

#tbt a story i never finishes