Sam(:

My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.

My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.

My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
And still,
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”

I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.

There are thousands of people,
fighting cancer,
and war,
and death,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.

And still,
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.

For My Father, S.Skavdahl (via lopmon)
thetopgunjags:

jumpstunttumble:

martina-mariee:

Nothing pains me more then knowing that I will never put that uniform on or that leopard bow in my hair ever again. It feels so unreal that after 13 years it’s finally over, its easy to put a smile on and say that I’m okay with it being finally over. But what I’m going to miss the most is this very moment that was captured in time. The pure high I got from running on the mat and the adrenaline I got from hearing the crowd, and the pure enjoyment of doing something I really had a passion and love for. Will I miss moments like Worlds 2013 hearing the crowd literally scream so loud the ground shacked absolutely. But 30 years from now I’ll look at my three NCA jackets and my Three Worlds Medals and I’ll look at my leopard bow and smile and remember how for just 2 minutes and 30 seconds I was living a lot of girls dreams, and how I  was a part of a tradition that will live on forever. 

Cold chills ALL OVER MY BODY OMG

crying. that’s beautiful

thetopgunjags:

jumpstunttumble:

martina-mariee:

Nothing pains me more then knowing that I will never put that uniform on or that leopard bow in my hair ever again. It feels so unreal that after 13 years it’s finally over, its easy to put a smile on and say that I’m okay with it being finally over. But what I’m going to miss the most is this very moment that was captured in time. The pure high I got from running on the mat and the adrenaline I got from hearing the crowd, and the pure enjoyment of doing something I really had a passion and love for. Will I miss moments like Worlds 2013 hearing the crowd literally scream so loud the ground shacked absolutely. But 30 years from now I’ll look at my three NCA jackets and my Three Worlds Medals and I’ll look at my leopard bow and smile and remember how for just 2 minutes and 30 seconds I was living a lot of girls dreams, and how I  was a part of a tradition that will live on forever. 

Cold chills ALL OVER MY BODY OMG

crying. that’s beautiful