Run, Ariana! Run!

Hello, welcome to my blog.

I am a 16 year old girl in California who apparently finds joy in running (crazy, I know right?), and I actually joined cross country because I hated it. Little did I know I would fall in love with it. Although I am injured at the moment, I plan to come back better than ever! I could go on, but I don't want my bio to be a billion pages long (and it could be... so you're welcome).

To be honest, I don't have the slightest clue as to what I am doing, but hey,I try (isn't that how life goes?). This blog is a compilation of things I find funny and inspiring, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Thanks & Have a nice day

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

—The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

(Source:, via negative-splits-and-prs)


Sometimes I eat too much, sometimes not enough.
Sometimes I exercise a lot, sometimes not at all.
I’ve eaten a whole bag of sweets in a sitting, and stayed in bed all day.
But my worst habit by far is beating myself up over it.

(via rubys-body)

Running is not a private activity. People are watching. Show someone what it’s like to want something.

—Marc Parent, Runner’s World columnist (via fit-runner)

(via runningxctf)

1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.

2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.

3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.

4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.

5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.

6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.

7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.

Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via lilgivenchyprincess)

(Source: fuckmisstexas, via arcticmonkgays)