I got rear-ended on Tuesday.
You are the poetry that reveals the beauty in the tragedy.
On a bitter, blustering day, barely a week before the race, I laced up my shoes, slipped on my headband, and stated, “It’s time to go running again.”
Don’t listen to the pretty girl, because how could she ever relate?
Sometimes it’s hard to stick to the belief that everything happens for a reason.
I’m sorry, Zeus, but I’m leaving my post. The quest for happiness is a misguided one and I have no interest in pushing the boulder anymore.
Maybe all the bad things in their life happened because they didn’t love that Person.
All things considered, “thank you” is probably on the opposite end of what you hear.
Another UFC event has wrapped up, which can only mean one thing: we’ll soon see at least one or two articles floating around the internet, berating mixed martial arts, and calling for a ban, pointing to the franchise with self-satisfied…
There’s this new, weird, disturbing trend out there called “Knockout”, where someone randomly punches a stranger in the streets, hoping to get a knockout in just one punch.