TrikyDevil

In the last 500 Meters of a race, When your legs are screaming for you to stop and your lungs are scratching for breath, get angry. get angry for being tired. then push harder.
Pyjama day today

Pyjama day today

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itssexualhour:

so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop

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It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via versteur)

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"Whether or not you believe me now, in 30 years you will look back at this race and remember it. You will remember if you gave up or if you decided it was important enough. Make it important."

9thseat:

Our Coaches advice on racing our rival Washington this weekend

follovved:

"thats a lot of cream cheese on your bagel" yea well thats a lot of asshole in your personality

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snarg:

truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like

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queerpong:

"YOUR GAY" they shouted. "DUDE YOUR GAY!!!" i ignored them. it wasnt until i got home that i realized my gay had escaped. those kind men were trying to tell me he was running away

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