A Czech chick dribbles but rebounds on the court that a running game allows her basket there in breakneck time that they belch instead of cry and teammates once they've shined in their field house atop the hill.
Look to this when you are hungry, and sinning and look deeply into your vision, what do you see? A man made marvel. That is all. Is that what you strive for? To obtain nothing and hold it for god to see is simply heinous. Unrepentant ignorance. So is that who you wish to be? The pathetic corner where no one treads, the person who has no future tense, and even the person who lacks any will. Constitution, I should say. You are who you make yourself, after all who controls everything you do? Inaction and action have the same power, so decide. Choose for yourself, is it now, or tomorrow, or even better, never?
I kinda just made this for me to look at... i need a life coach
Reflection can be simple but so easy to ignore when darkness casts a shadow over every single pore in moments such as this let not your fingers reach to find the wounds that have congealed themselves so perfectly in time Instead of making circles round a past's familiar pain retreat into your senses and embrace the hands of change The difference made today might feel like nothingness at first but follow through in boldness and again you'll find your worth Tomorrow's moving forward while a yesterday holds back and now's the only moment you may have to choose a track
If I were to do it all again I'd tell my mother that I was sorry I'd tell my brother that I love him And I'd tell my best friend that Maybe the skirt was a little too short for brunch with the parents
I'd tell my sister that I wish I had an ounce of her integrity I'd thank my coach for believing in me I'd kiss my teacher on both cheeks For not leaving me in the hallway crying I'd thank her for being my only friend for almost an entire year I'd thank her for carrying me on her shoulders for so long But most of all I'd thank her for letting go at the right moment
If I were to do it all again I'd be more honest Not blunt. Because blunt is uncompromisingly forthright And I, for one, give a ****.
If I were to do it all again I'd understand that in order to get to "success" I'd have to climb the thousand feet tall ladder called "fear"
If I were to do it all again I'd jump out of the plane on two Because people hold on to the edges at three
If I were to do it all again... Man I'd be at the top of that ladder