What is it that keeps us coming back? Every summer we put our bodies and minds on the line to be a part of something great. We endure the yelling, the running, the reality checks, the tears, the mental break downs, and the people who get on our last nerve.
We work 15 hours a day just to sleep on a hard ass gym floor, but we can’t stay awake long enough to notice the discomfort. We wake up in the morning barely able to move, then we run, and it takes us to a whole new level of hell.
You’ll find us in quiet corners of stadiums or bus floors, just losing it because it’s so hard. God, is it hard. It’s the kind of hard that cannot be explained, but only endured.
The problem with explaining this activity is that it only sounds like horrible abuse to normal people, and it is. But the secret is to find the moments where the world expands into a single second, slowing and morphing around you to form what could be said to be a miracle.
You’re there with these 149 people and goddamn it’s just you and them creating this new lifetime within 100 yards. It’s just you and them giving off the most ridiculously badass vibe imaginable while making thousands if people go absolutely out-of-this-fucking-world insane.
Where the fuck do you think that beauty comes from? It’s you. It’s me.
That’s why we come back. To make beautiful things. To feel beautiful things.
To be beautiful.
Bitches better hide. This protective girlfriend is coming and she’s out for vengeance.
How do you think I would feel if you told me a girl gave your her your number and now you want to hang out with her at a party where you’ll probably both get really drunk and do stupid things? If I were in your shoes, I guarantee you’d be on the verge of killing this other guy. Why the hell do I deserve this? That’s right I don’t. Just because you’re in college doesn’t mean that your girlfriend doesn’t exist anymore. Because there’s that girl back home that is counting down the days until you come home and cries herself to sleep because she misses you so much. How could you fucking disregard that? I’m fucking terrified out of my mind. This can’t be happening.
"If you aren’t here Saturday Ill probably be hanging out with her at a party" AWW HELL NO HOLD MAH PURSE. IM BEYOND HELLA PISSED. IM FUCKING FURIOUS.
I am about to march all the way down there and kill a bitch. Back off. Go find some other guy that is single. Not mine. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re messing with the wrong girl. You think you can run up to him and jump on him and hug him? No. You can’t. That’s my job. You think that you’ll gain brownie points by giving him your number? No. You can’t. Try another thing. I dare you. You better stay away from him. Because I’m coming down there soon. Better hope our paths don’t cross. I’m done with this.
This is the only place where I can post whatever the hell I want without being judged or asked why I posted it by a family member. I love this site.
In 2 weeks, everything is changing. He’s leaving to go to college. I’m not going to see him for 2 months. I’m so scared he’s just going to forget about me.
Ohmygod please don’t go.
Everyone is pissing me off this week. I don’t deserve to be treated like trash. I do so much around this house, and I never get a single “Thank you” for anything. And my own parent won’t even sit in the same room as me. Thanks, Mom. I love you, too. I didn’t do anything wrong. Stop treating me like Cinderella and paying more attention to your other daughters. I’m just as important as them.
let us have a moment of silence for those who unknowingly dated and broke up with a future celebrity
my math teacher dated Ryan Gosling in highschool.
my neighbor dated bill nye the science guy
well my godmother dated david tennant when they were 16
my boyfriend dated me
Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”