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OMFG MOON MOON
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this is the best thing on tumblr
The many face of #Macklemore #MackAtSU #syracuse (at Carrier Dome)
about white ink tattoos?
If this doesn’t make your day I don’t know what will.endearingly creepy
Do you have the time to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything all at once.Basket Case, Green Day
True thatwake up in the morning feeling like p-titties.
Usually it’s just blurbs. I’ve got twitter on the brain I guess. But I figured I’d write about what happened yesterday. What happened to my city, my state, and the rest of the country.
I heard about what happened after waking up from a nap. I hadn’t slept the night before and I couldn’t stay awake. I woke up to my roommate telling me what happened in Boston. I felt physically ill after hearing about it.
My family was at the marathon. We’ve gone as a family every year since I can remember. We would make posters that said “Lookin’ Good” and “Keep it up!” We’d high five people and cheer everyone on. Especially the people who write their names on their shirts. We always like to cheer for them especially. They must want the extra motivation. Why else would they write their name for everyone to yell?
I haven’t been to the marathon with my family since I came to college. It’s always on Patriot’s Day and since Patriot’s Day only exists in Mass, I have to go about my day like everyone else. I usually get pictures sent to my phone from my family. For anyone who’s never watched a marathon, you should go. I can only describe it as a sea of bobbing heads as far as the eye can see. I’ve never run the marathon… 26 miles is a little much for me. But so many other people do. And they work so goddamn hard during the year so that they can cross that finish line. 26 miles, ending up in Boston. It’s a great time. I always leave the Marathon feeling happy. My cousins and I would even stay and help pick up cups after the runners went by. There were always some stragglers. The needed the most encouragement. So we cheered the loudest for them.
One year, we watched the marathon next to this kid. I can still remember how much I hated him. He told all of the runners that they’d never make it. That they still had like 20 miles to go. I couldn’t understand why he’d try to break their spirits. It was just senseless.
Seeing the bombings yesterday was senseless. It was senseless and cruel. All the elite runners had passed. All of the people who were training for bigger events had passed. Those who were running were the people who told themselves they could and would finish that race. Starting in Hopkinton, running up heartbreak hill, through all those roads lined with cheering people, towards the finish line. No one important was at that finish line. No super important officials. No controversial people. Only the families of the runners. They were waiting for that moment when their loved one would be crossing the finish line. Taking pictures and talking about how proud they all were and how they’d better start training for next year. Not this year.
My family and loved ones who were at the marathon/ live in the Boston area are safe. I was relieved to hear it. But I was sickened by all those who wouldn’t. I cried when I heard about that 8 year old. He was waiting for his Dad. Waiting. for. his. Dad. My sister is 8. I’m sure there were a lot of 8 year olds. 9. 10. 11. All ages. Who else would give all those runners the high fives they deserve? I can’t even imagine how painful that must be for those parents. Feelings of pride being overshadowed by feelings of sorrow.
So many mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers are permanently injured. 116 years of the Boston Marathon. All successful. I’m sad that they all couldn’t be.
I’m so proud of how everyone came together. I’m so proud to come from such a great city. And my prayers go out to all those who were affected. I know that next year, everyone will cross the finish line. And everyone will think about all that goes on in the world. And people will think of Patriot’s Day as a time of sadness. But I know the Massholes won’t let that happen. They’ll keep running. And they’ll keep their heads up.
Because we love that dirty water.