Alright, let’s be clear. Mark deserved his place on the podium, he totally did. He made history, along with Yuki, and that in itself is amazing. He’s a snowboarder, of course he’s going to be great at what he’s doing. He was clearly stoked for Yuki, even if he bumped him out of 1st place, and that’s what snowboarding is all about. They literally don’t give a shit about who’s winning, when you’re sending it, you’re sending it, and everyone’s happy for you, there’s no place for sore losers.
No matter the circumstances, no matter the trials and tribulations we may face.. I will always love this boy.
These last three months apart have torn me open and eaten me alive. I can’t even explain how my heart was aching.. Words cannot express how happy I am to have you back in my life and I wouldn’t ever have it ANY other way.
I can’t wait to experience more of life with you by my side. Whether it’s walking down the beach, hiking in the snowy mountains, playing games in the arcade, going to the gym, wrestling like little kids, kissing in the rain, cuddling on the couch, late night sushi dates, or watching cartoons on Saturday mornings.. Every little thing we do makes me fall so much more in love. I can’t believe I went a day without you ❤️
"RINDA! Rinda, Rinda!" Linda sang to himself as he hurried down the street, wearing a wig, intent on getting to his concert in time. His eyes widened as he bumped into a girl with her hood up, knocking his wig off and her hood down.
People started to stare, and then two girls screamed: IT’S LINDA LINDA!”
Linda grabbed the hand of the girl and took off.
"Sorry about that! Being a celebrity means things get crazy."
okay, but #blackout is freaking important because for the longest time when I was little, I used to think I was ugly because I never saw black people being portrayed otherwise. I still have self-esteem issues, but none of them stem from my race, and I think that’s pretty frickin important.
“'I would die for you. But I won't live for you.' Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people “participate.”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower