Watching the athletes receive their medals on the podium is one of the most rewarding things though like even if you weren’t rooting for them or they’re not from your country or the person or team who got gold isn’t who you wanted. Just… these are literally people’s dreams…
If you become a personal victim of my mood swings in the next few days, know that they derive from my bottled-up hurricane of emotions over a marathon of intense Breaking Bad. On a side note, that show has some brilliant irony to it and fantastic little details to pick up on in it’s directing choices and its writing. The current point I have reached, which is the first episode of Season 3, has stripped me of any sort of emotional sanity.
So my mom says she just happened to stumble upon Kennedy’s shooting/murder site in Dallas and happened to meet a documentary producer filming there who happened to show her all these photos that happened to have never been released to the public eye that happened to “prove” that Kennedy was shot by someone unaccused. Well okay then
it’s kind of ridiculous that we have to work our asses off for 13 years in school just to work our asses off for another 2-8+ years in college just to work our asses off in a job that we probably don’t even like, when we were born on this earth without a choice and i for one certainly didn’t sign up for that
Like the seventh chapter of my copy of Gatsby, She left her bookmark on my heart so that I would be forced to flip back to beautiful pages of our story and relive the same pain while still hoping the ending would turn out different. But happily ever after’s are misleading while fairy tales stories were not intended readings by broken hearted adults whose ideas of true love are fleeting .