there’s no acceptable/safe place to eat hard boiled eggs at work.
and i work on the second floor of our secondary office.
nope, still not okay — and i openly admit it.
how amazing it feels to fall into your bed after a long day,
with sore muscles + eight hours of sleep is on its way.
her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.
the difference running a brush thru your hair can make.
don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are.
[weather-wise] has been today. seventy six degrees, with sunny skies, a nice breeze, and fifty six percent humidity. perfection, i tell ya!
i must break the routines and become a person who becomes productive every monday. i must break the mindset of unhappiness and turn myself into a happy magnet for mondays.