football has been such a big part of my life, for as long as I can remember.
so many people around me don’t understand the love I have for the sport, but they’ll never truly understand how vital it has been to me. my team, my club, to me its home.
I’ve been going to Stamford bridge since I was a kid, I know the stadium as well as I know my childhood home. over the years, kingsmeadow has become home too.
the sport, this club, it gives me something to believe in. I mean, isn’t that what most people want anyways? something they can wholeheartedly believe in. sport, for so many people, give them that belief.
there’s something safe and easy about standing in a crowd with thousands of fans just like you, all in that one moment, cheering on your team. it’s a weird feeling, one I can’t describe but try to chase. the pure joy, the comfort, the delight and rush as you watch goals be conceded or scored, the rush you get of excitement, or the dread that follows a hard loss. the unwavering determination that you will come back from this.
Watch we find out Buck is allergic to bees or some shit, I’ll fucking screech please leave him alone 😭
"kill them with kindness" WRONG 500 BEES 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
telling myself we will get garvez and buddie canon because if we don’t I might go insane
Catching up on criminal minds evolution while waiting for 911 s8 is a special kind of torture when I ship both garvez and buddie
If I had a nickel for everytime i shipped the blonde sunshine character (who’s also traumatised and has adhd) with their close friend (who is Latino and who has a heart of gold and big brown cow eyes) and who they hated at first because they’re the new guy but then grew to love shortly after except now they’re not with them and are instead in a love triangle with a white man who’s name starts with T then I’d have two nickels- which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
one day, I will not cry myself to sleep at the mere thought of you.
the gasps and sobs claw their way out of my throat, as desperate as a plea to be heard. my body wracks with sobs as I silently feel myself fall apart.
sometimes I scare myself with the anger that lies within me. It sits dormant, waiting for the time to rise and make itself known. and when it does, it consumes me and comes out in angry heaving sobs as I gasp to scream what I’ve kept hidden underneath the surface for so long. I can’t remember the last time I was angry and shouted without crying. without the ensuing meltdown that typically follows. maybe it is never truly anger I feel, not wholly anyways. It’s tainted by other emotions, other feelings.
maybe this makes me bitter, at least I think it does to some degree. It scares me how angry I can be sometimes, how much rage I have within me. angry at the people around me, at the world, at the circumstances I am presented with, as I cling to the mere notion it has to be some sort of higher power surely testing me. for what I’m not sure, maybe I’ll never know. maybe I don’t want to.
allistic people will never understand how consuming a hyper-fixation can be, whether you like it or not.
can't believe eddie sat down on a bench at work and told buck that he couldn't get it up when he was with his girlfriend and buck's immediate response was to be a good friend (tm) about it and offer to give eddie a helping hand and neither one of them stopped for a second to think about the implications of that i genuinely think we all deserve a compensation for being forced to watch that scene unfold with our own eyes to be honest
Spotify Wrapped choosing violence
The WSL remains superior 🤪💙
Three points & top of the group we love to see it 💙