Well, forgive me, Mr. Churchill, for taking some liberties by saying that those who are kind and good and true and fierce change the world from where they stand.
Running to see a country. The spirit of running is integrity: you must be honest with yourself or you will never go the distance. You must tell yourself you can go the distance.
And then you look at yourself, back to her flawlessness, back at yourself and reflect. Oh. My. Did I just say that and think it would be funny? Or did I just say that because I have an honest appreciation for the allies of America’s independence movement?
Back in my home town, there’s this phenomenon called “The Kitsap Shrug Off.” You see that nice kid from your classical lit class (who you’re pretty sure smokes pot during his daily mid-class bathroom breaks) at the Fro-Yo shop (he likes creamy snacks too, I guess I shouldn’t judge) and instead of saying hi, nodding, […]
I can wax poetic about baked goods, but when it comes to actual poetry…well, ho-ho, higgledy-piggled, shut your mouth and dip me in pancake batter because I got nothing.
Sometimes, after you’ve made kind of a critical life decision, there are days like this. It almost makes you regret making certain decisions. You go, “why did I come here? Why did I come here? Did I make the right choice? Why?”