Being high on a mountain with your 4 closest friends. Nothing else matters as you look down the slope you’re about to hit you look at your friends one more time, a quick bump of the hand. One more deep breath, lower your goggles and drop in. Those few minutes where you feel like you’re flying and nothing else matters in the world. That’s what a snowboarder lives for.
i hate it when people call me funny because I feel like I have to say something really funny again and I just can’t handle that pressure
This is my blog and my own personal feelings. I don’t care if you don’t like me, you don’t like my posts, or even if you believe that I’m a totally different person on Tumblr, you need to keep everything I post on here between us. I come on Tumblr because it’s my only escape from having to deal with all those hypocrites, judgmental people, and even those backstabbing people. But everything that you read, everything that you see on here stays between us and only us.