Okay so here’s the thing I’ve realized about runners: They use everything that happens to themselves, positive or negative, to get faster. PRed in a race? They will want to beat that time. Injured? They will cross train and come back stronger and thirstier for running than ever before. Bad race? They will run the next one faster to prove their speed. So just realize that no matter whatever happens in practice or a race can only make you physically faster and mentally stronger.
"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like your parents did
i’m just going to reblog this over and over again until i give myself carpal tunnel
(Source: tooruoikawa, via infel-peccato)
I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.
Unknown (via psych-facts)
Isn’t it crazy how you could miss a place more than you miss a person? The same person that held your very hand walking down that same street? That spun you around, that kissed you in front of passing strangers? That looked you in the eyes and told you they love you and for that split second you began to believe it? That same person that keeps your mind awake at 4 am while you write about the way your jaw clenches and your finger tips start to tremble just when you hear their name slip from someones mouth. I began to feel sorry for myself because how could I be so cruel to miss the place you would rest your hand on my knee rather than the feeling of my heart pacing faster and faster the closer you got to my thigh? But a place can’t hurt me. A place can’t make me feel like their “one and only” yet when midnight rolls around they’re telling another girl how sexy she looks with her hair down. A place can’t make every vein in my wrists go cold at the thought of you with someone else. A place can’t hurt me. But you can, you will, and you did.
Orion Carloto // 4 am thoughts (via sskeptical)