Cedar grilled salmon with fresh garbanzo beans and roasted summer  tomatoes. #nofilter #notstopping (at salt’s cure)

Cedar grilled salmon with fresh garbanzo beans and roasted summer tomatoes. #nofilter #notstopping (at salt’s cure)

Pork chop w/ house made applesauce.  (at salt’s cure)

Pork chop w/ house made applesauce. (at salt’s cure)

Summer peach salad. #nofilter (at salt’s cure)

Summer peach salad. #nofilter (at salt’s cure)

"Your first duty as a writer is to write to please yourself. And you have no duty towards anyone else."

Iris Chang (via writerlymag)

(via ohhelloholly)

Giving away an eye to a blind partner makes pretty good sense. Giving away both eyes, not so much.

Sometimes you gotta know when to save it for another day. This was after Elizabeth, and it wasn’t happening.  Vid: ectales

…when they finally collapsed each breathed into the other and were for the first time, alive.  God, they were covered in one another - in sweat and dirt and sex and death and birth and pain and joy and good and evil, in envy and anger, in exultation and misery and we wept, not knowing how they’d survive. But they broke the prism, and to them it was simply light. 

Harvard Scientists May Have Just Unlocked the Secret to Staying Young Forever - PolicyMic

rickwebb:

In my 20s, I would rail to anyone who would listen about how frustrated I was that in all the history of civilization, I made it to the the next-to-last or maybe next-to-next-to-last generation born that will still have to get old. That our generations made it SO CLOSE to the threshold, but we weren’t going to make it. Had we been born in 1400 we’d have been miles away from the finish line, but as it is we were born and will die just inches from the finish line.

I’m mostly over it now, but if any of my old friends are reading, this is what I’m talking about.

ectales:

Black coffee, no sugar, no cream; that’s just the way Tiny E likes it. ☕️

Follow the life and times of Tiny E, above.

ectales:

Black coffee, no sugar, no cream; that’s just the way Tiny E likes it. ☕️

Follow the life and times of Tiny E, above.

This will always be my favorite side - roasted Brussels, bacon, apple tossed in red wine vinegar. It’s like candy. @anna_maguire where are you?!?!

This will always be my favorite side - roasted Brussels, bacon, apple tossed in red wine vinegar. It’s like candy. @anna_maguire where are you?!?!

So much fun watch the amazing @theeclife work. Always blown away how she captures moments with such economic clarity and precision. Tiny E, we love you. (at Clover Juice)

So much fun watch the amazing @theeclife work. Always blown away how she captures moments with such economic clarity and precision. Tiny E, we love you. (at Clover Juice)

Elizabeth.

Somewhere in the midst of one of the most hellish workouts I’ve ever done, one where every nociceptor in my body was firing in synaptic terror and tears streamed down my face mercifully lost in sheets of choking sweat, it occurred to me that for some time in my life - while I’ve been lucky to experience a lot of love and happiness -  I’ve been prone to confusing pain for longing and love. That’s what I realized, right there in the box surrounded by people pushing themselves to their limits, as underscored by Rick Ross and curious onlookers with faces pressed to the glass eating from tubs of Yogurtland. Ain’t that a bitch? Epiphanies don’t exactly make appointments I guess. Standing there, a mass of exhaustion set ablaze, I wanted to quit. I wanted to drop my barbell and walk the fuck out. I wanted to run from me and never return. Then there was the moment of clarity, like a hand reaching into lead, grabbing me by the flesh of my neck and yanking me from the kind of depths from which you realize, you might never otherwise return. And I got pissed for life. I’d run enough; I’d run from health, I’d run from happiness, I’d run from sanity and I was goddamned fucked if I was going to run from one more thing. So one rep at a time I finished and as I was laying there on the ground wondering what THE FUCK just happened to me, like that, I felt better. There’s shit to work through and process, but I felt better. At peace. Thanks Elizabeth - I’ll always love and hate you, at once. 

Watch out Summer Shakedown!! @broncowilson @jamiesil_21 

30 min AMRAP
1 legless rope climb
4 muscle ups
6 Box Jumps 40”/48”
10 kettle bell swings - 100#
20 wall balls

#crossfit #amrap #compete

(at Crossfit Hollywood)

I’m walking in the pouring rain soaked to the bone, looking for your place and the thing is - you don’t want to see me anyway. You’re disgusted, I could hear it in your voice on the phone. Yet, I press on. Why? I know all that awaits me is your anger for existing at your door. “I’ll tell her I need a towel to dry off.” That’s true, but a lie at the same time. I’d become so good at kidding myself that my ability to justify my being there, mattered. And I press on. I think I remember you lived above a retail shop - maybe you work there? In better times, you were happy about the convenience (“it’s close to school!”) and excited for your find. These are not better times. I should go back to the car and drive away. Go, go, do it, walk back to the car… If I find you, you’ll throw a towel in my face and hold the door open waiting for me to leave. But I love you. So, I press on knowing nothing good will come from this.

Morning perfection.

Morning perfection.