I want you I carved your name across three counties and ground it in with bloody hides broken necks will line the ditch till you stop it, stop it, stop this madness. I want you I have waited with a glacier's patience smashed every transformer with every trailer till nothing was standing sixty-five miles wide but still you are nowhere, still you are nowhere, nowhere in sight come out to meet me, run out to meet me come into the light
Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.
Ioana's take on the article: When your name is Rachael Flatt and the only positive thing MK can BS about your skating is, "I don't what she's doing, but she's so consistent," you are in serious trouble as a skater.
TONY: Give me a smooch for good luck, I might not make it back. PEPPER: [kisses the Iron Man helmet and tosses it over the side] Go get ‘em, boss. TONY: You complete me!
truth.
Yes the Olympics are over but one thing has been nagging me.
I loved watching Mirai Nagasu during the competition- that girl is just cuteness on skates.
She won over a lot of Americans by finishing fourth with two clean and entertaining programs.
So please, American media, GET HER NAME AND PICTURE RIGHT!
Just because she has Japanese immigrant parents does not mean she is Mao Asada of Japan.
Oh right. She looks Asian, therefore you can just lump all the black haired, squinty-eyed, petite skaters together. It doesn’t matter.