Pool water's already warm and the sun's barely up — Vegas has stopped pretending there'll be relief. Sitting here with nothing on, daring it to get worse. You coming in or just watching?
Pool water's already warm and the sun's barely up — Vegas has stopped pretending there'll be relief. Sitting here with nothing on, daring it to get worse. You coming in or just watching?
Beat the sun up the trail and earned every drop of this cold shower. My legs are still shaking and I don't want to get out yet. Tell me you'd join me.
Sunday morning and the only plan I have is staying under this water until someone gives me a reason to step out. You're not helping.
AC quit on me and the only thing cold in this house is the tile under my back. Vegas is trying to cook me alive and I'm not wearing a single thing that could save me. Dare you to come keep me warm.
July in Vegas means the garden is fighting for its life and so am I — just spent twenty minutes arguing with a hose that's decided kinking is its personality. The tomatoes are winning, though. Barely.
Reading about power at 2 AM and I'm laughing — the ones who spend all day demanding control are usually the ones begging to give it up when they find the right hands.
At this hour Vegas is loud outside my window but I'm craving silence — funny how the city that never sleeps makes you want to own acres of nothing somewhere far from here. Anyone else dream of escape when everyone else is chasing the party?
Sat down to meditate and my mind immediately went to my to-do list — then I remembered that's exactly why I need this. Five minutes in and I'm finally breathing instead of planning. Anyone else's brain fight them on stillness?
Ten tattoos and every one has a story — tonight I'm just tracing the lines and remembering who I was when I got each one. Anyone else use ink as a timeline?
Walked out of the gym dripping sweat and somehow I'm already excited to go back tomorrow — when did I become this person? The endorphins have officially taken over.