Laura Tarantino

2,973 days sober from alcohol 6,105 days sober from heroin Holy balls

@aliciaandrz forward me his DM info will ya? 🤣🤣😇😇 jk jk

it is incredibly important to check your message requests now & then. you never know what opportunity you might miss out on.

When latin music hits

You’re allowed to outgrow the destiny you were handed. Recovery Art 80/100

A crack doesn't mean you are broken; it means you are human. Recovery Art 79/100

@PeterDiamandis Interesting that academics growing up was all about reading textbooks. Maybe that’s why so many people don’t excel in school

The human brain processes visual information 60,000x faster than text. Humans are visual processors, not text processors. Images hit the brain instantly. Words take work. That's why a single SpaceX launch video communicates more than a thousand-word essay—and why your slide decks hit harder than paragraphs. We're wired for pictures, not prose.

@TiffanyFong I get hungover if I eat McDonalds too late

I drank last night for the first time in months and now I feel like I’m dying.

A relapse isn’t the end. It’s information. Keep going. Recovery Art 78/100

I quit recovery. April Fools. I just took a nap.

@mailmanhenryb Hehe 😉

@SoberImposter That’s a good one. Been sober 20 years and this is the first time I heard it.

You don’t drink? Why? No mayonnaise? Why?

@seulmateglow Water 💧 👍🏽 I drink so much water these days 😇

@SoberImposter Never liked alcohol like that. I'd rather just drink water. Plus I always want to be available for my friends if they need a designated driver.

Inactivity keeps you stuck; recovery asks for movement. Recovery Art 77/100 (P.S. I drew a face this time, iono)

Recovery Art 76/100. Yes, I thought more about what I'm going to do once I reach 100! Mehaveaplanmow!

Project Hail Mary was a fun movie 🍿

@LloydCh06965157 Good job friend!!! 👍🏽

Day 31. Picked up the 30 day chip last night and heard a really good speaker. She had a similar path of many relapses. Wishing all a great Tuesday. AND baseball season is almost here and that is just terrific. ✌️Go A’s!

@TiffanyFong Can we have an X party at 100?

81 DAYS SINCE I QUIT NICOTINE 🤙

Matthew is my cousin who died from an overdose a decade ago. In my (future) book I write a closing letter to him. P.S. To truly get my references to larks, infinity, the rabbi who always outsmarted me, lightspeed, numbness and absurdity, and howling at the moon... you'll just have to read my book when it comes out in 2027 maybeeeee 😇 ----- Page 205: "Dear Matthew, You’re in my fingertips as I type this very sentence. Every keyboard-letter feels like a pulse of you—Matthew—and all the people I've lost along the way, the ones whose names still live in the back of my throat. The ones who make a whole damn universe explode inside my chest. I’m so sorry the world asked you to carry things no one your age, no one at all, should ever have had to hold. One day, when it’s my turn, if I'm asked what got me through earth, what got me sober, what kept me breathing… I’ll say your names. And then I’m going to go find you. I don’t care what the rules are. There’s no way I’m going to politely accept Heaven’s “cloud and harp package”. So I might as well use whatever leftover cosmic evil drift I’ve got to go looking for you to hang out with. My rabbi once told me to do good now—don’t be driven by rewards or whatever comes later. And maybe that’s the afterlife: the good we do echoing forward, finding the people we love, spending a century softening the pain with hugs and laughter, and untangling the hatred in our brain by, once again, listening to the wise rabbi and doing good now, wherever “now” happens to be. So I’m going wherever you are, because love and family don’t clock out just because the body does. Until then, you’re here. In my thoughts, in my bones, my skin, my muscles. In the invisible languages of the mind, the ones only the broken learn. In the better angels of our hearts forged out of numbness and absurdity. In the moon I still howl at. Forever sky. Forever stars. Forever universe. Forever strings. From here to there faster than light. You fucking songbird. You goddamn lark."

Sweat is sobriety working Recovery Art 75/100 P.S. Only 25 left! What's going to happen when I get to 100?!?!?! ..................... yah, no clue. I don't have a plan yet, sh*t. But I go workout and maybe a plan will pop up in my brainnn

@FISTdc it was a fun loving nickname, i was just young and cried over everything

@SoberImposter So it was a kind nickname then! Lark 😊 🐦

My cousin Matthew died from an overdose about a decade ago. His birthday is coming up, and I just wanted to share a segment from my (future) book on him: Page 60: "I reconnected with my cousin Matthew who was always nice to me growing up. But he was suffering from a Substance Use Disorder too. There were times when he called me a couple times a week just to bend my ear. Sometimes he would talk about how his relationship with his girlfriend was going. Other times, he reminded me of the nickname he gave me when we were kids, Lark. I didn’t think it would catch on, but soon everyone in our extended circle called me Lark. What the fuck is a Lark? I hated it, whatever it was. When we were kids, he laughed when I cried to my mom and asked her what a Lark was. “A songbird,” she said.