Stronger

I'm Marie! I a little on the crazy side, but promise you that you will not regret meeting me. I believe everyone deserves a fair chance. I live large and love life. I play soccer and swim. In everything thing I do I play though and go hard. I've been hurt before, but I am stronger. Your young once, so enjoy it while it's still here.

fucksociety95:

fucksociety95: this picture should have more then the amount of notes it has, this shows us that not ever thing is “picture perfect” and that behind that smile and those eyes there is fear . So I beg you to please reblog this instead of a pair of shoes, someone smoking a blunt, and clothes … because this picture is literally worth 1,000 words.

(Source: awayfromearth, via ilostmyselfalongtheroad)

That feeling you get when you step on the block, doesn’t compare to feeling you get when you finish the race. Your body is numb and the only thing you can think about is finishing the race. You trained months,weeks and, even years for this one day. You wrap your toes around the edge of the blocks and see your coach ready to take your splits. You hear you teammates saying things that never make sense, but somehow you wouldn’t be able to swim well without hearing those things. You do your pre-race “dance,” and feel ready to take on the world. The official says,”take your marks” and your ready. You hear the beep go off, and bam you jump and streamline. The only competition is you and your about to beat her. You pull the water and kick really hard. You know that you tired your best and your best is all that you can do it. You look at the scoreboard so simile so big. You swam your best time. 

That feeling you get when you step on the block, doesn’t compare to feeling you get when you finish the race. Your body is numb and the only thing you can think about is finishing the race. You trained months,weeks and, even years for this one day. You wrap your toes around the edge of the blocks and see your coach ready to take your splits. You hear you teammates saying things that never make sense, but somehow you wouldn’t be able to swim well without hearing those things. You do your pre-race “dance,” and feel ready to take on the world. The official says,”take your marks” and your ready. You hear the beep go off, and bam you jump and streamline. The only competition is you and your about to beat her. You pull the water and kick really hard. You know that you tired your best and your best is all that you can do it. You look at the scoreboard so simile so big. You swam your best time.