I'm not nearly as interesting as I used to be.
Post with 3 notes
I love very few things and very few people.
I love baseball, and I really truly love Chipper Jones. He is everything about my childhood that makes sense, everything that is right in my world is represented perfectly in him. He is the first man I was sure I would marry and to this day he holds that special place in my heart. I did, unfortunately, grow up and was forced to face the fact that I likely would never marry him, but with that came a new love for the man. I began to see him as a ball player. One who played the game the way the game should be played. One who never took for granted any second he was on that field. One who worked hard for himself, his team, and his city full of his fans. Nothing could ever possibly come close to convincing me that there is a more perfect human being.
He’s made a lifelong Atlanta fan out of me, he is the reason I am proud and boastful of the young guys on the team. He’s been the best player for a young girl to grow up with. He’s given me the best memories and the happiest feeling that only a true fan can understand.
Having to deal with the realization that I may never see him play again is crushing. He deserves the rest. He’s certainly earned it, but the last day he puts on that number 10 and trots out to his third base will be a rough one for me.
It’s coming though. It’s coming sooner than I’d like and I am entirely unprepared.
Photo reblogged from they looked like strong hands with 406 notes
Fuck sake
Source: cutbeneathourhands
Photo reblogged from they looked like strong hands with 2 notes
my current hair color.
should i:
- go ombre
- go blonde
- or just do my roots
please help?
Do suicide instead.
Source: arttoheart
Page 1 of 88
