Sharks, Not Swans



Twelve hours of work and I still can’t sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don’t end.

Twelve hours of work and I still can’t sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don’t end.

(via jeffmoocow)

June 29th. I gotta get in shape now. Too much sittin’ is ruinin’ my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will be fifty push-ups each morning, fifty pull-ups. There’ll be no more pills, there’ll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.

(Source: elledrivers, via freddiequell)