I woke up in water, being consumed between gasps for air. I kicked my legs monotonously and strained my eyes for a beacon of hope. There was nothing but a makeshift raft of seats and life vests passing by..
My legs burned as I pulled myself towards this orange blue sanctuary, and I pulled myself out of the water. My left arm offended my eyes; a once beautiful extension of myself now torn and ripped, and dotted with bruises.
To the sounds of beating waves and shrill cries for help, for mercy and fear I sat peeling the skin from my arm like wet toilet paper.
I rolled off my water logged skin by pieces and flicked it back into the sea.
Pootee phweet~
#spring #birds #chickadees #boston #nature #collage
The worst person to enter my life
The worst person to enter my life was a woman. She stood abouve everyone else, seeing no one as her equal. She was rightful queen of the school, the city, the state, the world (probably). She wore couture, brunette head of hair, and walked with an incomparable sass. She takes hours away from me, never to return, and is the largest influence on my procrastination.
Her name is Blaire Waldorf.
Scratch that. Jenny Humphrey
The worst person to enter my life
The worst person to enter my life was a woman. She stood abouve everyone else, seeing no one as her equal. She was rightful queen of the school, the city, the state, the world (probably). She wore couture, brunette head of hair, and walked with an incomparable sass. She takes hours away from me, never to return, and is the largest influence on my procrastination.
Her name is Blaire Waldorf.
Boston
People run marathons for the simplest and purest reasons. Nobody runs a marathon to get rich or laid or to crush the competition. People run marathons to explore the horizons of themselves. It is a contest with your own will. Marathon a trial and a crucible that everyone that has ever run one has learned from.
To bomb that?
What are you trying to stop? Who are you trying to kill?
I cannot imagine.
Sick. Sad. Day.
(via tracktown)
The Boston Marathon
Running is competitive. Probably the sport I know that is simultaneously the most competitive and the most affable and encouraging.
On the course you’re determined to beat yourself and those who stop you from beating yourself. That is everyone’s goal. You encourage each other.
It’s not supposed to be a sport of violence, and bloodshed. It’s grossly demeaning to turn it into a massacre.
