Jen, 20, Glasgow, English and Theology student.
There's no rhyme or reason to anything I say or do on here.
productivesteps.tumblr.com is my fitblr :)

 

I don’t care if bisexual people date people of the same sex/gender.

I don’t care if they date people of the opposite sex/gender.

I don’t care if they date people of any sex/gender in between/outwith/roundabout/existent/non-existent.

I don’t think they are ‘de-queered’ or lose their place in the lgbt community in anyway regardless of who they are dating/sleeping with. (obviously)

What I have a problem with is dating someone of ANY/SAME/OPPOSITE sex/gender who does not agree with/approve of or IN ANYWAY DEGRADES YOUR SEXUALITY.

If the person you’re in a relationship is not comfortable with who you are, how you express yourself, what you think or feel or need, you probably should not be together.

If the person you are with is not comfortable with your sexuality, you probably should not be together.

If the person you are with IN ANYWAY DEGRADES YOUR SEXUALITY OR GENDER EXPRESSION OR BASICALLY ANYTHING AT ALL, if they make you feel bad about yourself, or like you have to hide, remove or atone for an aspect of your self then THEY DO NOT DESERVE YOU and you almost certainly should not be together.

I wish I’d told myself this as a teenager, it would have saved so much heartache. 

I’m overthinking my past tonight, and glad I’ve matured from the space I was in when I thought it was okay to be mistreated bc of things out of my control. Toxic relationships have a lot of forms, I personally believe attempting to change someone through manipulation is one of the worst. You lose yourself, and it’s awful.

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson (via safefromthedragons)

I am having the slowest day at work you could imagine.
To the point I’ve contacted Phil TWICE about how slow it is. His response both times has been ‘don’t worry’. Real helpful.
So I’m gonna stalk people on tumblr and maybe sneak off to argos to buy a memory card (bc I’m having instagram withdrawal). #boring

1800 calories burned today. Including two hours of cardio; 15miles on the exercise bike (out in the sun getting a tan obvs…) and 40 lengths of the pool. Yes the five year olds taking lessons in their floaties had better form/technique/stamina than me. But I had a damn good cleavage going on and I might not swim well but I certainly swim with enthusiasm. The lifeguard who ended up soaked every time I splashed by might not approve though.
Working over the weekend too, hopefully it’ll be cooler by then. Definitely feeling my hip tonight though :( freaking arthritis, hopefully be better tomorrow.
Also lots of work crack to blog about, be prepared for a rant.

1000 calories burned, now bath then bed with fresh sheets and a nice cup of (decaf) tea. #fabulous

From what I’ve seen on here I’m actually glad to have missed pride this year! And I’ve had a grand wee day shopping (Sooooo many bargains!! love an end of season shopping binge! and will be posting them tomorrow because daaaaamn I’m a savvy shopper!)
Unfortunately I also managed to crack the whole of my front tooth out of my mouth. Fabulous. I look like a hillbilly. Dental hospital tonorrow, will probz need a crown. No way to salvage the actual tooth considering it’s currently under my pillow waiting for the toothfairy. Roots are still in my mouth right enough.
And some work drama too.
I have so much to rant about but right now I’m gonna do another 500 cals on the bike then have a well deserved sleep.
g’night peeps.

So I’m five pounds heavier than I was two months ago (honestly I’m impressed it’s *only* that much).
Was feeling down about it before I realised I’ve lost exactly 40 pounds since I started last year. Gotta take a moment and realise the worls isn’t going to end and remember how far I’ve come already.

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

charlesdutton:

my mom’s boyfriend is this 6’2 super buff macho dude with many facial piercings who enjoys death metal and i just came downstairs and found him crying because they had to put down a dog on animal cops

i like him

keep him

(Source: imayhavebeenborn)

For the last year -ish I’ve been trying to have a more positive outlook. You can tell from here it doesn’t always work…. But the majoritu of the time I’m finding myself naturally inclining towards positivity, regarding my own life and also the people in it. When that’s not possible (and i admit my inner pessimist still frequently gets the better of me) I’m trying to be more laid back and just let it go. Somethibg I’ve always had a problem with.
It’s actually helped in so many ways, even though I’ve been struggling a lot lately I’m handling it way better than I ever could have before the last year. I’m way more confident and assertive. And I’m generally a lot happier.
I just felt this was worth procrastinating over at work to tunblr it. :-)

sorry no read more on phone

I’ve been having a really tough few weeks and reassessing a lot.
My mum’s moving to dumbarton soon. My dad’s probably moving somewhere too, although fuck knows where.
I’m going to lose a lot of people in my life because I’m not able to be here. And I know they won’t make the trip to visit me.
It’s hard, i’m trying really hard to deal with everything but it’s really fucking hard knowing this is the last year I’m going to have 90% of my friends.
Feeling very isolated and almost every attempt I make to reach out over the last month has been knocked back. I’m trying too hard. Again.
And obviously dealing with family situation is hard. And upsetting.
I dont know, I’m just not in the best place right now, and being very negative.
And feeling very lonely. the only person who’s actually holding a conversation with me lately is Connor. And that’ll only last until he realises I’m not going to fuck him.
ugh.
just ugh.
I can’t even bloody get out of this fucking house because *all of the above*. if i need to listen to the fighting/crying for one more night I’m gonna lose my shit.