”match My Freak” Match My Intense Need For Constant Reassurance And Affection

I'M SO SRY FOR WRITING YUKI CRASHING AND NOW THIS HAPPENS I WILL NOW WRITE HAPPY YUKIERRE FLUFF (unrelated to the main story)

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OK GOOD I WILL BE WAITING 👀❤️

Shout out to "i wanna socialize with my Internet friends but I don't have anything to talk about", gotta be one of my least favorite predicaments

lowkey will adjust to that reality if we ever get to hear "charles leclerc wins his first world championship" tbh.

devastating thought. last year could be the only time we ever hear the words "charles leclerc wins the monaco grand prix." anyways i'm doing well.

girls say “i like f1” and men appear from the walls like NAME EVERY WORLD CHAMPION BACKWARDS WHILE EATING A PIRELLI TYRE me? i say “i like f1” and the wind answers. a tumbleweed rolls by. a cat coughs. i am alone. quiz me coward. i’m foaming at the mouth. ask me what drs stands for i DARE you.

dont mind me im just bitter that i’ve never had that experience because the f1 fan population in my area is just me, a dying ferrari hat i found in a thrift store, and a confused puppy who once looked at a red bull livery on tv for too long.

to the people who are following me

thank you

im sorry

i think im in love with you. good luck on exams pookster

THANK YOU BABESS 🥹✨

does this race give you hope for monaco? no.

just read abt anatidaephobia and now I have an irrational fear. and also a plot to a crackfic that I don't know what to do with.

Sometimes - all the time - you just wake up and be disappointed you did

the way my brain politely steps out for coffee every time i need it to proofread.

my ability to read what ive typed out 20 times before hitting post and still not notice a typo is remarkable