imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told
IDK what kind of lives you all are leading, but this sounds like the boringest shit. “Yes I sent that email.” “Yeah, I like your outfit.” “I was sick.” “My mom said no” “No I wasn’t crying.” “Yes I read the Terms of Service”
what about a book of all the lies people have told you
Oh how the tables have tabled
Tables have tabled
Why Alysia Montano wears a flower in her hair during every race.
Even though she grew up playing football, shooting hoops and running races against all the boys in her neighborhood, U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano never wanted to be thought of as one of them.
As a result, she started wearing a flower behind her right ear to remind the boys they were getting beat by a girl.
The flower remains Montano’s trademark even though her opponents are now world-class female middle-distance runners.
"The flower to me means strength with femininity," Montano said in June after winning the 800 at the U.S. Olympic trials. "I think that a lot of people say things like you run like a girl. That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong."
"My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument."
"Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.
Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind."
"Depression really is a sickness. It’s like getting a cold. One day, you’ll feel slightly off. You’ll think to yourself, ‘this is weird, it’s a beautiful day but I kind of don’t like anything,’ and shrug it off. The next day you’ll sit in your room for a while, unable to do anything because you just feel this sort of overwhelming mental cloud in your mind. ‘Why should I do anything?’ you wonder, ‘This is all stupid.’ The next day it’s in full effect, this mental cold, and your brain can’t breathe right and the weight is heavier. It’s like a flu in your mind. So you just curl up in a blanket, not wearing any clothes, with no physical impairments to speak of, and ride it out. You sob, you remember every horrible thing you’ve ever done, you think about how the future will surely bring nothing but failure. You can go out, you can see people, you can be yourself but it’s like the whole time you can’t breathe. Then, hopefully the day after (but sometimes it can be weeks) it’s just gone. You’re better. You can, in a sense, breathe out of that stuffed-up nostril again. Anyone who suffers from this, I just want you to know: I feel you, and it sucks. I like to take selfies when I’m bawling, because it makes me laugh and brings me out of it, a bit. But there’s no real cure. We’re here for each other, and that’s all we have."