assholedisney:

working on cover letters

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leilacohanmiccio:

williebhines:

“This jersey that we wear today doesn’t say Red Sox. It says Boston…This is our f***ing city. And nobody is going to dictate our freedom. Stay strong.” - David Ortiz, first game back, Fenway pre-game. (hat tip Kevin Hines)

Big Papi forever.

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usatodaysports:

Examples of overwhelming kindness following the Boston Marathon explosions.

(via stashberry)

Boston. Fucking horrible.

I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, “Well, I’ve had it with humanity.”

But I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths.

But here’s what I DO know. If it’s one person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out. (Thanks FAKE Gallery founder and owner Paul Kozlowski for pointing this out to me). This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.

But the vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, “The good outnumber you, and we always will.”

I run to find the edges of myself, and I run to make them hurt less, sometimes. I run because I feel sad, or scared. I run because my thoughts can get loud - and I need quiet. I run when I have so much joy and feel that there is so much beauty in my life that I want to hone down and focus it into sweat and aching. I run, alone, when I feel empty - to prove to myself that this hour, this workout, can be enough.

#running  

fenwayfaithful:

good thing beers are only 5 bucks this month

#red sox  

AAre

Pre-Code Hollywood refers to the era in the American film industry between the introduction of sound in the late 1920s and the enforcement of the Motion Picture Production Code (usually labeled, albeit inaccurately after 1934, as the “Hays Code”) censorship guidelines. Although the Code was adopted in 1930, oversight was poor and it did not become rigorously enforced until July 1, 1934. Before that date, movie content was restricted more by local laws, negotiations between the Studio Relations Committee (SRC) and the major studios, and popular opinion than strict adherence to the Hays Code, which was often ignored by Hollywood filmmakers.

As a result, films in the late 1920s and early 1930s included sexual innuendo, miscegenation, profanity, illegal drug use, promiscuity, prostitution, infidelity, abortion, intense violence and homosexuality.

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traintosurvive:

itty-bitty-babe:

barbells-and-highheels:

therobinsrevenge:

My girlfriend looks good, but she could look better…

‘Your only responsibility is to support them in reaching their unique capacity’
~Elliott Hulse

This man is a God

Fucking yes.

this guy. this guy, hell i have never agreed on something more. i could say more but just watch it. it is worth every second of your time

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I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better.

I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better.

I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better.

I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it.

So I went for a run. And things got better.

I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better.

(Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.)

After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better.

And that realization? Just knowing that?

It made things better.

Mark Remy, Runners World (via liveloverunning)

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fenwayfaithful:

Red Sox Home Opener 2013

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WHEN I HAVE TO READ THE INGREDIENTS ON ALL MY EASTER CANDY

wheniwentglutenfree:

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[Happy Easter, darlings! Hope you’re all eating your weight in Peeps.]