girlybohotats:

An angular tattoo is probably one of the least regretful things to get emblazoned on your body.

To die for.

I’m a bad person.
I’m a faker and attention seeker.
I’m not normal.
I’m not as good as people think.
I’m not really like the image I project.
I’m alone.
Everyone is attacking me and out to get me.
You can’t trust anyone.
I’m trouble.
Nobody really likes e.
People wouldn’t like the real me.
I’m on my own.
I’m a bad person.
There’s something wrong with me.
I’m a liar.
Nobody believes anything I say.
Nobody likes me. They just like what they see on the surface.

I must let you go. I must accept that I love you, I have to leave you, and our lives will go on. I must accept that I won’t have you around forever. I must accept that our paths are parting ways.

I love you and I will always love you and you helped me through even though you may never know. You’ll never know how much I love you. You’ve helped me survive. You’ve given me hope. You’ve given me a reason to try. You’ve given me someone to lean on.

I’m jealous that the team gets to spend more time with you. But I’ve had my time, and I’ve made my mark. I’ve made a mark on you that no one will ever be able to erase.

I’m not replaceable, though. He’ll never forget me. He won’t forget the lessons I’ve taught him. I won’t forget the lessons he’s taught me. I still have the memories we made. I will always have them. I know he loved me. He said so. That’s what I love about you. Hugging him.

The shit that happened bought us closer. The shit that happened made us appreciate one another. It taught us both about ourselves.

The time has come to let go. I don’t want to look back and grieve. I want to look back and smile because I had you. You had me. We had each other.

“Running isn’t a sport for pretty boys with visions of grandeur. It’s about the sweat in your hair and the blisters on your feet. It’s the frozen spit on your chin and the nausea in your gut. It’s about throbbing calves and cramps at midnight that are strong enough to wake the dead. It’s about getting out the door and running even when the rest of the world is only dreaming about having the passion that you need to live each and every day with. It’s about being on a lonely road and running like a champion even when there’s not a soul in sight to cheer you on. Running is about having the desire to train and persevere until every fiber in your legs, mind and heart is turned to steel. And when you’ve finally forged hard enough, you will have become the best runner that you can be. And that’s all you can ask for.”

- Paul Maurer