“My loneliness became the fire behind my ambition. I would no longer dwell in my desire to be loved; I would simply begin to love myself. I would get busy. I would work on myself harder than ever before. I would put all of my energy I had been using to pity myself for being alone towards something wonderful for myself. I was going to fall in love with being alive and finding the purpose of each day. Little did I know, loving myself would lead me to the love I had previously been searching desperately for. I hadn’t been looking, so he came right to me. Self love is everything. Never underestimate the power of your own drive.”

— the night i turned myself around (10:07 PM)

““When we’re no longer able to change a situation, we’re challenged to change ourselves.””

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““Expectation is a powerful attractive force, because it draws things to you…. Expect the things you want and don’t expect the things you don’t want.””

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“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

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How To Cook A Fucking Steak

Go to the goddamn grocery and get steak. Yes, the grocery. A little ammonia is not going to kill you, you pussy. You want to be all fancy and grass-fed and environmentally conscious, go ahead, I don’t give a shit, just get a fucking steak. Ribeye is good. And, yes, bone-in. Schmuck. Take the steak home. Get a bigass frying pan and put the shit on the stove, cranking the heat up as far as that fucker will go. Take a shitload of salt — rocksalt, you dumb motherfucker, none of that fine-grained crap here — and toss it around the bottom of the pan. When the pan is hot as all fuck — it should scorch the shit out of your finger if you’re stupid enough to touch it — put the fucking steak on there. You can crack some pepper on the top of the steak as the bottom is searing, but don’t even talk to me about garlic or onion powder or COMPOUND FUCKING BUTTER, asshole. This is steak, all you fucking need is salt and pepper. After a bit (3 minutes for pink, 5 for cooked good), flip that shit over and do the same fucking thing you just did with the other side, i.e. sit on your ass and wait for your motherfucking steak to be ready, you useless assbag. When you’re done, sling that shit on a plate. Beringer’s 1996 Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley Private Reserve makes an absolutely delightful accompaniment, particularly if you’ve taken care to let it breathe a bit before quaffing. Also, make some fucking potatoes, because that’s what you eat with a fucking steak. God, sometimes I just want to smack the shit out of you.

by shadedeggesphotography

The north.

DIANI bitch!

A weekend of Formula 1, food, friends, love, depression and a lesson that everything we do is a reflection of who we are, do good be good and enjoy what you have when you have it. #explorepage #explore #photography #food #steak https://www.instagram.com/reel/CTeOp-kDEN6/?utm_medium=tumblr

Running on fumes.

We define love the way we experience it.

A series…. shot by @fithnyc