LeBron jumps over John Lucas III for a thunderous alley-oop dunk.
Forget voting for any other nominees in “Dunk of the Year” voting. All polling stations are closed.
LeBron shut ‘em down.
(h/t @jose3030)
Graysby, Epinephelus cruentatus, Key Biscayne, FL, USA
(photo: Evan D’Alessandro, MBF)
REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A PART OF TUMBLEDORE’S ARMY.
STOP SOPA, START SELF EXPRESSION.
WE’LL JOIN YOU WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER. TUMBLEDORE’S ARMY.
HELL YEAH, TUMBLEDORE’S ARMY!
(Source: sherlielocks)
I’m Trying my best to remain calm in this situation…
But the truth is, my mind is gone and I’m contemplatin.
Trying to reflect on what’s best, make an observation.
Kinda feel like a surgeon, you’re my operation.
Problem is, I don’t have a degree… No graduation.
The least little mistake could cause me to lose you, elimination.
So I have to keep my mind right, concentration.
But now things are coming up in my life, complications.
Gotta get my priorities right, disregard temptation.
And get my life moving in the right way, mobilization.
But I don’t want to lose you tho, so be patient.
I got to think about a lot, deliberations.
But when I figure out what to do, realization
Youll be the first to know, not the congregation.
-Nonchalant
She is…
Blinded by a fear of the unknown… Which is a trap that I inevitably fell in. Surrounded by a darkness of uncertainty that permeates her very being. The last brother took her hand, led her from the brightly lit area of her past, and left her when the lights dimmed. So now, she stumbles around somewhat blindly… Trying to find her way back to the light she once knew.
Slowly…
Surely…
She loses confidence in herself. Not knowing whether she can continue on alone. Feeling hurt, abandoned, betrayed.
Slowly…
Surely…
She looks deep into herself… Tries to seek a way out of the darkness through herself. She finds the rock hard confidence of her own ambition. Sooo…
Slowly…
Surely…
Her steps begin to regain their former sense of purpose.
Her eyes regain that spark of intelligence.
She begins to find her way back from that dark place where her last acquaintance left her.
Slowly…
Surely…
The darkness lightens.
She smiles. She knows she’s back.
And then I come around.
She instantly goes on the defensive. Asks who I am.
Seeing her reaction to my appearance, I answer “Not the last guy”.
She relaxes slightly, glances at me with her elaborate eyes. Never once did I feel as if she was looking at me. It was as she was trying to see through my physical appearance… To something deeper…
Her piercing glare alarmed me, but I did not avert my gaze.
She had to see for herself.
See for herself that I was not the same. That together we could make it through the darkness… To something brighter.
Slowly…
Surely…
She gained confidence in me. Taking one step at a time… Steps toward the hard times…. Made better by the very presence of another soul.
Slowly…
Surely…
She came to realize that the darkness only existed because she closed her eyes. Closed her eyes to the possibility of something new, something different. Closing her mind to the possibilities of the unknown. The darkness was a self inflicted wound that was finally healing.
All because she opened her eyes.
Respect the Unknown. Never Fear it.
-Nonchalant.
