"It’s strange, isn’t it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it’s too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there’s no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we’re not ours anymore."
20 years ago, after dismounting the vault apparatus, Kerri Strug landed awkwardly followed by a loud crack coming from her left ankle. The bone had been moved forward, severing her medial and lateral ligaments.
Since she’s the only hope to win gold, despite the injury she just had, she jumped again and another crack was heard from her ankle. She held her pose just long enough to get the judges’ recognition before she collapsed.
"If you still taste the acid in his name when it leaves your lips, then you are not over him, and you should be, because he does not deserve any such honour nor the right to poison your pure heart."
“Most beautiful thing in the world?” She laughed, almost questioning him.
“If you asked me that a few months ago,” he replied, “I would’ve told you about how one time I stole my brothers telescope to watch the solar eclipse at 2am in the morning. I stayed up all night completely infatuated by literally every second. Man, it was so god damn enchanting.”
“So what about now?”
He turned to look at her, her eyes were glistening from the street lights. “Now? Now I’ve got a thing for hazel eyes.”
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Starry eyes //
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)
And when he left, all the butterflies that had formed a storm in my stomach died, leaving a hollow feeling.
But then you came along and made them come back to life, like a phoenix rises from the ashes those butterflies rose from the ashes of my broken heart.
Only this time they were different…
