"I think every woman at one point or another in their life has been called a bitch. For a long time I had a real problem with that word, I didn’t like it and I thought it was derogatory. But I’ve gotten to a place now where I’ve made a lot of peace with it. It’s been so overused and made to seem so derogatory towards woman that I’ve adapted it into an empowering feeling for myself. If I’m a bitch then I’m a bitch, if that’s what an assertive woman is to you. So I’ve sort of adapted it as a badge of honor."
THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
we all need this on our blogs
This is the most beautiful post on all of Tumblr.
Here are the pictures they got of me at the Rugged Maniac this past weekend!! I am obviously not in good shape. It took me a little under two hours to complete 23 of the 25 obstacles in the process of going 3.1 miles. I have been sore from Saturday to today (Tuesday), and today is the first day I’m not waddling. I have bruises every where. I found out I’m really scared of heights.
But it was easily the most fun and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done! I wanted to hate how hard I had to work during the entire thing, but I really just hated how much of it I couldn’t do on my own. Every time I climbed something, a stranger had to help my friend get me over the top because I got scared. My friend helped me keep my balance on multiple things, even going as far as to walk backwards across the balance beam! I needed a few pushes to get up muddy hills. A stranger helped me put 50 pounds on my shoulders so I could carry it for the 20-or-so-feet.
But you know what… I still did it. My feet carried me the entire way. I crawled through mud and water. I climbed to the top of every obstacle. I jumped what I needed to jump. I got stuck in the mud. I climbed the skiing hills. I did this. No one walked it for me. No one did anything other than offer a helping hand. I did all of it. Getting help or not, that is something I am proud of.
And next year, I’ll be the one helping other races who may be in the position I was in this year.
But for now…enjoy these pictures of the funny faces I made. :)