cut the crave
|—||Jean Baudrillard, Journal, 1981 (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)|
A diver has a very personal moment of dejection at the bottom of the pool during the 2012 CCCA Swimming and Diving State Championships at East Los Angeles College Swim Stadium on Thursday, April 26, 2012 in Monterey Park, CA. (Photo by Suzanne Tylander © 2012) This particular photo represents an emotional moment rarely caught underwater. This particular diver was expected to win the entire event. The diver knew as soon as he hit the water his form was flawed and that he might have just lost it all. I was fortunate enough to witness this moment as it was unfolding underwater. I captured the sequence of emotion just a split second after he hit the water and began to sink to the bottom with a sense of defeat written in his body language This was the image I chose from the series. I have felt this emotion and disappointment before as many athletes do. My chance to capture it underwater was rare but beautiful. It is a moment no competitive athlete wants to relive but something important that many of us can relate to. It is raw and human and real.
|—||Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook (via chantepleures)|
When did November let herself go in the way we can’t seem to?
Put on weight in all the wrong places
Thicks hips that don’t offer enough square inch lip service
Breasts that sag when nurturing begins to suckle the life out of you
How did November begin to bulge in the middle?
Take on a dirty shape, betrayed by empty calories
Is Eden’s sin apple still sweet when it’s fruit juice concentrate?
And then there’s the return to a hated sedentary safe zone
Proof more of too much lazy.
How did November become ugly, an undesirable thing?
Pink purple stretch marks remind you that time was once too thin
Can you touch November?
Does she aggrevate like a too heavy headache?
Can you look upon her and still remember when she was firebreathing October landscapes?
That she still has a September smile?
Will you ask her to purge herself when time feels too self-indulgent?
Will you measure tape her to a calendar and forget to change the page?
Does it make you gag to see the scarification of seasons?
The reasons why time isn’t marked in sun spots but in the life lines on cracked palms?
Could you learn to love November?
Even when she passive aggressive, cold-shoulders you into ugly sweaters?
Can you kiss her lips even when with every word she seems to make the world less green?
Will you ask her to shape up, start running? Can you imagine November going any faster?
Does her adopose fat mean more cells in her body to store a love that’s lasting?
Does her doubled chin make it any easier to swallow?
Can she still flutter your stomach with her March butterfly eyelashes?
Or will does the milk white of her skin curdle when you touch the dimpled flesh
Could you catch a cold from the icicles in her eyes when you ask her to slim her body into something smaller, dense, hard?
Something you could hold
Or like a rock in your shoe?
Will you regret it when she steps into December dispositions and has no heat left to spare for you?