“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.”—Elizabeth Taylor (via deliriant)
Seriously though?! Our apartment complex is currently weed-eating and driving some fucking loud beeping vehicle in circles right by our fucking window at the same time. And did I mention that there is a guy literally right outside our window hammering some shit? No joke. The ladder is leaning against our window right behind our bed. At 8 fucking thirty in the morning. Oh and let’s not forget that they were doing this exact same thing yesterday morning. What. The. Fuck.
Update: Why yes, go ahead and bring in the lawn mower. Might as well.
“A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If i hold it for a minute, its not a problem. If i hold it for an hour, i’ll have an ache in my arm. If i hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer i hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.”—(via amon-isis)