Every week I get a little stronger.
It feels so good.
My biggest hurdle is my flexibility, but it will come back.
One day my foot will touch my head in this position.
I haven’t even had a drink in months because I’m more of a weed kinda girl but it was Cee's birthday and she made these delishhhhhh-ious pineapple juice concoctions and it just seemed ike a really goood idea.
And then Cee and I made out on the dance floor. But I was holding my drink and my phone and wearing my glasses and I just felt like it wasn’t my best work because I was encumbered and if kissing doesn’t involve your hands you’re doing it wrong, so I handed all of those things (and her martini glass) to a cute boy nearby and kissed her like it was the last kiss on the planet, hands in her hair, in the tops of her jeans pulling her close biting her lip, her hair falling over my face blurring the lights and the faces around us.
Nothing like making out with your straight best friend who you are hopelessly in love with to brighten your day.
Peace out tumbl buddies I’m a grinning fool.
LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!
This is called an ankle hang and it’s the most challenging trick I can do on the hoop so far. It’s more about being brave than being strong. Or maybe it’s a perfect combination of the two. Either way it hurts so good.