I Am A Mountain.

You know I really don’t get it. These kids work so hard, and instead of praise they are left with the last few scraps of a holiday dinner.

I’ve seen them out there at 5 in the morning and 10 at night. I’ve seen them on Halloween and Memorial Day. I’ve seen them running laps around the school because some sports team took the stadium from them when it was rightfully theirs, but instead of bitching about it they said “it’s time to get stronger”.

I’ve heard them talk about themselves. They really think they’re nothing special. They have heard what we all have to say about how easy what they do is. They use to shout in protest but soon realized we had already turned around to cheer on the ball game.

They speak in this secret language of fermatas and thirty second notes and dot books and subsets, but we seem to have translated the word crescendo into ‘worthless’.

I hear the football team talk about them. ‘I can’t believe the school gives them all that money, I mean they just come to play at our games!’ and I want to scream at the top of my very lungs that they do so much more than ride a bus and perform at half-time. I wanted to smash some sense into their heads. I want for just one second for everyone to see the stigma they had created.

But I wouldn’t. Who would listen? Who would stop to hear that every summer they wake up at 4 am and work until 11 pm to perfect 12 minutes? Who would stop to care that 100 kids struggle to wear their uniforms every year because they are falling apart at the seams, but the soccer team buys new ones every year?

Why is it that when 100 kids run across a field they earn respect, but when 100 kids run across a field with metal in their hands they earn malice and laughter?

Look at them. Look how amazing they are. Look how hard they work with what little they are given. Look at how they still take pride in the broken puzzle of a program the school board dishes out to them every year.

For God’s sake, just look at them.

nerdymelly:

Remember that I didn’t leave… you did.

(via cassiopeia-j16)

kushandwizdom:

Words of Emotion
I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have a feeling that they can’t hide.
laughbitches:

legalmexican:

why

IS THAT A FUCKING VIBRATOR 
You’re not a mess, you’re brave for trying.

tblaberge:

I find it interesting how so many of us are afraid that someone won’t love us because of our past, or certain things about us such as our body image, habits, or simply our confidence; when most people are just looking for someone to love and who will love them back.

(via mysunflower-mysoul)


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I want a relationship where I can be a total dork with someone and they are just as dorky. I want someone who wouldn’t mind my lame dates and crazy future thoughts. I want someone to have wild adventures or just lay in bed listening to the rain hit the window. I want someone to love me endlessly for me.
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