1. The Nonys are sad lately :(

    WHO’S HURTING MY NONYS!?
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    Pick on someone your own size.

    … or bigger, as is more likely.

  2. thatseanguyblogs:

    There are a lot of details missing there… and I honestly feel that those details kinda change the way to approach it.

    In general, breaking up is hard. It sucks. It’s also almost always the best decision you can make for yourself to move forward in your life… unless you didn’t make it. Then you owe someone a thank you a few years down the road. Trust me. Seen that movie a few times. 

    The truth be told, I’ve never had a “good” break-up. They’ve all been horrid. Absolutely, positively horrid. They rip you apart, they tear our your soul…. for a short time you can see the chasm of what you tried to fill with a person who not only didn’t fit, but you realize again that only you can fill that chasm for yourself, and your whole world, all of it, falls apart. You stare at that hole, you glare at it. You’ve known the damn thing your whole life, and every failure, every loss, every weakness you find yourself blindsided by makes it a little bit bigger each time. But… but… for each moment you have to stare deeply in to that void of personal bull crap, you learn a bit more about it… and for all the moments when you weep at the knowledge of it, you have a thousand more where you’re subconsciously nurturing, loving, and healing it.

    You’ve got a lot of hurt right now… either because you walked away from something you wanted… something you thought you wanted… or that something walked away from you… It’s pretty much friggin awful. Always is. Whichever it was, it always hurts. Allow me to help you with that, though…

    I’ve found the love of… my life… She’s it. She’s home. She’s everything. She’s all I could ever want, and everything I need. Not because she fills that hole I mentioned, though… That’s my job. I’m patching it up still, and I fix it faster and faster every day, but, like I said, she’s not what’s filling it. She’s got her own demons to exorcise, she can’t be fixing mine. Not her job. We help each other figure out what we need to be, how to be it, and what to do with ourselves by being who we are. By leading by example. It’s taken 26 years to get it to where I am, 24 for her, and we’ve both been through some shit. We’ll leave it at that, but I’m worlds better than I was, and worlds greater than I ever thought I would be. No small part of that is due to the wisdom she imparts just by being.

    Anyway, I’m on my way, and the only thing… the only thing I could ever imagine being worse than a break-up, than being forced to stare down the infinite maw of my own inadequacies, especially if it came from this relationship (I pray that situation never becomes a reality), would be never having had the opportunity to love so remarkable a woman who has inspired me to be the man I’m growing into, and has helped me grow so exponentially.

    Point is, great things come, others go… Sometimes… eventually… something simply amazing comes along, and all the hurt, all the worry, all the sorrow… it doesn’t go away, but it slips to the side where it can be dealt with more easily. Where it can be handled with someone, and not by them, which is infinitely better. I’m not going to give you the “you’ll find someone” speech; it’s a tired one at best. What I am giving you is the “you’ll find yourself” speech, and that one is actually one worth hearing. I think the best way to put it is that when you stare at the hole we were talking about long enough, you start to find a bit out about yourself. When you do it frequently enough, you’ll gather strength in your failings through knowing them, and through that you’ll find the better sides of yourself glow brighter. That will make you happy. That will make you better… It’ll make you whole. The love of your life? They’ll only be able to know you when you do.

    So my advice? Figure out who you are… Remember what it is to be yourself. Learn to love that person. When you do? You’ll find that you’re not a shadow. Kinda hard to find a soul-mate when they can’t see you, ya know? Be the truest form of yourself that will make you the most proud, and you might find that the shadow of your shortcomings will become the single most beautiful thing for someone you never expected.

    This is your chance to stare into yourself. Do it willingly. Don’t let it pass you by, because you opted to wallow rather than feel. Grieve, certainly, but grieve with purpose. Grieve for the time you’ve lost not being all that you could have been. Grieve for the people who will never find out what they might one day have accomplished. Grieve for those who never found love, for fear of having to love themselves in turn. Grieve, good God, grieve… but pick yourself up, and for the love of god, do something with it.

    We’re only given so many opportunities to realize how to be better. Don’t miss one pretending that you never got one. You’re better than that. We all are.

    Reblogging for anyone who wasn’t up at 2:00am.

    I want this Nonny to see it.

    Reblogged from: thatseanguyblogs
  3. There are a lot of details missing there… and I honestly feel that those details kinda change the way to approach it.

    In general, breaking up is hard. It sucks. It’s also almost always the best decision you can make for yourself to move forward in your life… unless you didn’t make it. Then you owe someone a thank you a few years down the road. Trust me. Seen that movie a few times. 

    The truth be told, I’ve never had a “good” break-up. They’ve all been horrid. Absolutely, positively horrid. They rip you apart, they tear our your soul…. for a short time you can see the chasm of what you tried to fill with a person who not only didn’t fit, but you realize again that only you can fill that chasm for yourself, and your whole world, all of it, falls apart. You stare at that hole, you glare at it. You’ve known the damn thing your whole life, and every failure, every loss, every weakness you find yourself blindsided by makes it a little bit bigger each time. But… but… for each moment you have to stare deeply in to that void of personal bull crap, you learn a bit more about it… and for all the moments when you weep at the knowledge of it, you have a thousand more where you’re subconsciously nurturing, loving, and healing it.

    You’ve got a lot of hurt right now… either because you walked away from something you wanted… something you thought you wanted… or that something walked away from you… It’s pretty much friggin awful. Always is. Whichever it was, it always hurts. Allow me to help you with that, though…

    I’ve found the love of… my life… She’s it. She’s home. She’s everything. She’s all I could ever want, and everything I need. Not because she fills that hole I mentioned, though… That’s my job. I’m patching it up still, and I fix it faster and faster every day, but, like I said, she’s not what’s filling it. She’s got her own demons to exorcise, she can’t be fixing mine. Not her job. We help each other figure out what we need to be, how to be it, and what to do with ourselves by being who we are. By leading by example. It’s taken 26 years to get it to where I am, 24 for her, and we’ve both been through some shit. We’ll leave it at that, but I’m worlds better than I was, and worlds greater than I ever thought I would be. No small part of that is due to the wisdom she imparts just by being.

    Anyway, I’m on my way, and the only thing… the only thing I could ever imagine being worse than a break-up, than being forced to stare down the infinite maw of my own inadequacies, especially if it came from this relationship (I pray that situation never becomes a reality), would be never having had the opportunity to love so remarkable a woman who has inspired me to be the man I’m growing into, and has helped me grow so exponentially.

    Point is, great things come, others go… Sometimes… eventually… something simply amazing comes along, and all the hurt, all the worry, all the sorrow… it doesn’t go away, but it slips to the side where it can be dealt with more easily. Where it can be handled with someone, and not by them, which is infinitely better. I’m not going to give you the “you’ll find someone” speech; it’s a tired one at best. What I am giving you is the “you’ll find yourself” speech, and that one is actually one worth hearing. I think the best way to put it is that when you stare at the hole we were talking about long enough, you start to find a bit out about yourself. When you do it frequently enough, you’ll gather strength in your failings through knowing them, and through that you’ll find the better sides of yourself glow brighter. That will make you happy. That will make you better… It’ll make you whole. The love of your life? They’ll only be able to know you when you do.

    So my advice? Figure out who you are… Remember what it is to be yourself. Learn to love that person. When you do? You’ll find that you’re not a shadow. Kinda hard to find a soul-mate when they can’t see you, ya know? Be the truest form of yourself that will make you the most proud, and you might find that the shadow of your shortcomings will become the single most beautiful thing for someone you never expected.

    This is your chance to stare into yourself. Do it willingly. Don’t let it pass you by, because you opted to wallow rather than feel. Grieve, certainly, but grieve with purpose. Grieve for the time you’ve lost not being all that you could have been. Grieve for the people who will never find out what they might one day have accomplished. Grieve for those who never found love, for fear of having to love themselves in turn. Grieve, good God, grieve… but pick yourself up, and for the love of god, do something with it.

    We’re only given so many opportunities to realize how to be better. Don’t miss one pretending that you never got one. You’re better than that. We all are.

  4. Remember that time my pop did his Half Ironman in 6:40? Oh it was today? DAMN RIGHT IT WAS! 75th in his division, 996th in his gender, 1549th overall.

    SO PROUD.

    #TEAMMORENO #BEASTMODE #VICTORY

  5. I couldn’t be more proud. :)

    He finished his swim and is blazing on his bike and we’re only 1.5 hours in. My Dad is a BEAST!

  6. the-emperor-protects:

All Thats left… By:storykillinger.

    the-emperor-protects:

    All Thats left… By:storykillinger.

    Reblogged from: 40kartwork
  7. supersexytardis:

So. Satisfying.

This is wonderful.

    supersexytardis:

    So. Satisfying.

    This is wonderful.

    Reblogged from: supersexytardis
  8. I usually run a 9-10 minute mile of late, been wondering what the fresh hell was up with that crap.

    So this morning, I’m like, “let’s run that mile… WITH WEIGHTS. It’ll be awesome!! Doing it.” So I did.

    Extra 30lbs. 8 minutes. WHAT THE DAMN HELL!?

    MY BODY IS FREAKING WEIRD. And kinda beastly, apparently.

  9. wh40khq:

Blood Angel Veteran by ARTOFJUSTAMAN
    Reblogged from: 40kartwork
  10. Cool ghost photography by surrealist photographer Cristopher McKenney.

    Reblogged from: curiousattraction
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