Seize the Namjas...

I'm a lady who works often and loves to travel. My most recent adventure was traveling through Korea from Feb 18-April 30th 2013! I will be back October 9th 2014! This blog is filled with those adventures and everything that came before and will come after!

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iamaslumberbatch:

a-lot-like-diana:

so basically when you have your period and your lower back hurts it is because your hips are contracting and spreading apart, only slightly, to make room for the release of the blood and linings of your uterus. so basically your body is going through a small and mild labor to push out the dead insides of your uterus. so basically I have gone through labor and basically I don’t want children. 

why aren’t we taught this shit



My Dad is here and spent the night. He and Mom (and brother and brothers girlfriend and 2 family friends) are going to see Elton John tonight. So dad flew in and we hung out. We had some wine I made peach salsa and we slept.

This morning we we’re hanging out and I jumped in the shower as we are going to breakfast with the group in a bit. When I went in we had been watching a documentary on tsunamis and how to combat them with structures and forests. Really interesting and a little serious.

When I am on my way out I hear dad peeing himself laughing and I look and he is curled up on the couch watching cartoons. I laugh at him because he is just cute and he looks up and says defensively “Whhhattt~~~~~ it’s Kungfu Panda!!”

Haha I love my father!



I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.

— What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)




sorelatable:

SUMMER KINDA STRESSES ME OUT BC I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO BE DOING SOMETHING FUN AT ALL HOURS OR ELSE IM WASTING SUMMER IS THAT JUST ME OR

Yes I feel this!

"it’s.sunny, im not allowed to be tired! Go.go.go.go!"


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