Is amazing

In Telluride, CO

And the places they take us

No sleep til I see Mountain Tops. I’m so excited, so scared. I’m gonnamiss Mat and Nina like i’ve never missed anything, but it’s so exciting…

I’m trying, and that’s what counts, right?

I mean, I go to school, go to work, and do absolutely nothing else, because Matt’s insecure. It’s not like I enjoy being on my feet eight hours every other day and running back and forth across campus on days I don’t work. I’ve just been just been so stressed out lately. I get paid shit, my boyfriend treats me like shit, school is tedious. bitch, bitch, bitch. I guess that’s growing up? I have work in 57 minutes. Shit, man.

You’re not supposed to out live your children, Nancy Kerrigan thought as she looked out to the cemetary in the expansive yard. She had left her hometown in New York to be closer to the memory of his son. His final years had been spent here, Columbus Georgia. She looked around the small apartment, to the brightly painted den. She wanted to sob, but she knew that if she left even a single tear fall she would fall apart. Gregory had barely turned eighteen when the 911 attacks happened and joined the army on a rush of new patriotism

(via writeoneleaf) As Karen nodded off a window on the second floor lifted and a man stepped through.

Casper Delacroix had a face like royalty, Janis thought as she considered him from across the room. She was watching him, trying to work up the nerve to go over and tell him exactly what she thought of him when suddenly there was chaos. People were screaming, running away. Casper’s lovely smile fell, replaced by the kind of grimace that is usually accompanied by great pain. Janis never tore her baby blues off of him as she rushed to his side. Ex-girlfriend scorned or not, she needed to know what was happening. She found the knife half plunged in his back, she wondered if she should pull the knife out, but her medical knowledge prevailed. Well, that and Casper’s wife, Lillian. She was in a frenzy, such noise and madness that can only be complete, effortless terror. Janis would have smiled at the idea of cool, confident Lillian, shaken to a frenzy. Even at their first meeting, when Lillian had convinced the nineteen year old Janis to come to her office, and explained to her exactly what she could do with her love for what was still Lillian’s Husband. She’d stated concisely: “Casper is my husband, darling.” Her voice was ice water. “What? Did he promise you that he would leave me to take care of you and that little bastard he doesn’t think I know about?” Thinking about it now, Janis still shook from the icy memory of her words. She would have laughed at ridiculousness of her predicament if the Casper hadn’t been bleeding out on the floor.