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(via handsomenclassy)
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(via handsomenclassy)
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“Maybe it’s my own fault. Maybe I led you to believe it was easy, when it wasn’t. Maybe I made you think my highlights started at the free throw line, and not in the gym. Maybe I made you think that every shot I took was a game winner, that my game was built on flash and not fire. Maybe it’s my fault that you didn’t see that failure gave me strength. That my pain was my motivation. Maybe I led you to believe that basketball was a god-given gift and not something I worked for every single day of my life. Maybe I destroyed the game. Or maybe, you are just making excuses.” — Michael Jordan
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“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.” — Jon Blais (via theepitomeofnonchalance) -
“I like the rough, impersonality of New York. Human relations are oiled by jokes, complaints, and confessions-all made with the assumption of never seeing the other person again.” — Bill Bradley
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“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” — Benjamin Franklin
