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No Promises.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw.

Posts tagged San Francisco:

“The city was a paradox, though maybe it had always been one. You could have an excellent life here, even as everything disintegrated.”

—Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings

“The city was a paradox, though maybe it had always been one. You could have an excellent life here, even as everything disintegrated.” 
—Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings

If you’re like me and everyone else in San Francisco, you’ve been eyeing one of those classic Herschel backpacks with the leather straps. Structured with impeccable detailing, it’s the perfect bag to lug your laptop to the office, or even to throw in some clothes and a bottle of wine for a spontaneous weekend getaway. In San Francisco, the “It Bag” is definitely a backpack. 

If you’re also like me and spent way too many dollars last week on turquoise Navajo jewelry during your trip to the Grand Canyon (or on pizza and Mexican food, which is the usual drain on my wallet) the $89.99 price tag for the Little America Backpack can seem quite steep. 

Thus, I was incredibly stoked when I stumbled on this version from the Men’s sale section at Oldnavy.com. It’s actually much prettier in person, the canvas has more of a matte finish. It has the same mesh straps and generously padded laptop compartment as the Herschel bag. For only $24.99 on sale, the Old Navy Men’s Canvas Rucksack is a total steal. Comparable quality, for almost a quarter of the price? I don’t mind if I do. 

*Bonus - Old Navy has a sale today where you can get 30% off with the promo code SURPRISE. That brings the price of the backpack down to $17.49 - grab one before it’s gone!*

I am not affiliated with Herschel Supply Co. or Old Navy, and received no compensation for this post. For more style advice, check out my profile at sharesomestyle.com/laurenpoulos

Well, I guess by the blood stain of your lips
And the wander of your fingertips
I should prove true to my emptiness
And stay here

But despite what you’ve been told
I once had a soul

Sunday’s Race Route. I’m excited and a little apprehensive to be running across the Golden Gate Bridge, because of the personal significance it carries for me. I never met my father’s mother, and because my family carries grief very poorly, I don’t know too much about my grandmother. I love living in San Francisco now because it was where she lived, and grew up, and spent a great deal of her life. One of the very few things I do know about her is that she roller skated across the Golden Gate Bridge on Opening Day, in 1937. She was fifteen years old. I’ll be thinking about her with every step. 
For a lot of my friends and family, I’m sure this seems pretty easy — but I’ve never been a distance runner. Lingering injuries from high school and uncorrected breathing problems kept me pretty sidelined. 
My two surgeries last year have given me an incredible gift, and I’ve been able to accomplish things that never would have been possible for me before. Two years ago, I struggled to run a single mile. Now, I can comfortably run over 7. I’ve kept pushing myself and this will be the longest distance I’ve ever run. 
Running has been such a huge part of my weight loss, and just the way I feel about myself in general. I’m still learning and growing as a person, and a large part of that is to try to stop being my own worst enemy. 
When I’m racing, I’m competing against myself, and the only thing that can stop me is me. I’m not a distance runner. I don’t have the physique for it, even now that I’m in much better shape. My legs are too short, my torso is too long, and I’ll never match pace with my 6ft tall younger sister. 
I’m not going to win. I might make my goal pace, and I might not. But I am going to finish. And how I do depends entirely on me. Which is honestly, really refreshing. I’m not limited by my talents in this arena, because I don’t have any. When you have no talents, then you have no limits. It’s all an act of will. 

Sunday’s Race Route. I’m excited and a little apprehensive to be running across the Golden Gate Bridge, because of the personal significance it carries for me. I never met my father’s mother, and because my family carries grief very poorly, I don’t know too much about my grandmother. I love living in San Francisco now because it was where she lived, and grew up, and spent a great deal of her life. One of the very few things I do know about her is that she roller skated across the Golden Gate Bridge on Opening Day, in 1937. She was fifteen years old. I’ll be thinking about her with every step. 

For a lot of my friends and family, I’m sure this seems pretty easy — but I’ve never been a distance runner. Lingering injuries from high school and uncorrected breathing problems kept me pretty sidelined. 

My two surgeries last year have given me an incredible gift, and I’ve been able to accomplish things that never would have been possible for me before. Two years ago, I struggled to run a single mile. Now, I can comfortably run over 7. I’ve kept pushing myself and this will be the longest distance I’ve ever run. 

Running has been such a huge part of my weight loss, and just the way I feel about myself in general. I’m still learning and growing as a person, and a large part of that is to try to stop being my own worst enemy. 

When I’m racing, I’m competing against myself, and the only thing that can stop me is me. I’m not a distance runner. I don’t have the physique for it, even now that I’m in much better shape. My legs are too short, my torso is too long, and I’ll never match pace with my 6ft tall younger sister. 

I’m not going to win. I might make my goal pace, and I might not. But I am going to finish. And how I do depends entirely on me. Which is honestly, really refreshing. I’m not limited by my talents in this arena, because I don’t have any. When you have no talents, then you have no limits. It’s all an act of will. 

(Source: dreamsasunder, via cuntented)

I just wanna be theeEEerREeeee in MY CITAYYEEEE whoooooOOoo OOOOOO OOOO OOOoooOOO

I just wanna be theeEEerREeeee in MY CITAYYEEEE whoooooOOoo OOOOOO OOOO OOOoooOOO

(via cuntented)

paulmadonna:

All Over Coffee #582
by Paul Madonna
http://paulmadonna.com

Fuck. 

paulmadonna:

All Over Coffee #582

by Paul Madonna

http://paulmadonna.com

Fuck. 

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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