Life is like if your boarding to another planet because you have to get your life together with all the pieces . Being thin or thick doesnt mean anything. It can be good or bad but dont let thing effect you. so ignore the nonsense rumors and board on.
Lesli
Snowboarding is an incredible sport. The sensation of rushing down the mountain at full speed with zero regard for risk or fear is unmatched. Feeling the powder swoosh through the edges of your board, the cold wind brisk your face and the view of the snow-capped tree tops is equivalent to ecstasy.
the bus. water? a plane. getting on something. skate. hosting people in a place like a hostel.
Sarah
The boarding pass was starting to disintegrate in her hand. She transferred it to her other hand and wiped her hand on her jeans. She wondered what she would do if he weren’t at the airport to pick her up. It would be just like him.
Just as the flight was called, she got up, prepared to flee, to return to her nest of a home and continue to live her life as being. But she was now stuck in the crowd waiting to get on the plane and they pushed her forward, along with them, into the unknown.
“You don’t know me,” I said as I was boarding the Ferryman’s boat.
“I don’t need to. Your coins…” his bony palm extends towards me. I deposit the last of all my worldly possessions with him as fare, “and now to where the current takes us.”
Life is like if your boarding to another planet because you have to get your life together with all the pieces . Being thin or thick doesnt mean anything. It can be good or bad but dont let thing effect you. so ignore the nonsense rumors and board on.
Snowboarding is an incredible sport. The sensation of rushing down the mountain at full speed with zero regard for risk or fear is unmatched. Feeling the powder swoosh through the edges of your board, the cold wind brisk your face and the view of the snow-capped tree tops is equivalent to ecstasy.
the bus. water? a plane. getting on something. skate. hosting people in a place like a hostel.
The boarding pass was starting to disintegrate in her hand. She transferred it to her other hand and wiped her hand on her jeans. She wondered what she would do if he weren’t at the airport to pick her up. It would be just like him.
Just as the flight was called, she got up, prepared to flee, to return to her nest of a home and continue to live her life as being. But she was now stuck in the crowd waiting to get on the plane and they pushed her forward, along with them, into the unknown.
“You don’t know me,” I said as I was boarding the Ferryman’s boat.
“I don’t need to. Your coins…” his bony palm extends towards me. I deposit the last of all my worldly possessions with him as fare, “and now to where the current takes us.”
Boarding school is boring