PROPA CHELSSSS 💙💙💙

Sure,I guess in their world Sarina Wiegman does not exist…

SHE did it FIRST and SHE did it BETTER.

YES WE DID!!! She looks so good in blue 🤭😌💙

chelsea got a good one x

✨🕯️ 911 on ABC, please give us Ravi main this season 🕯️✨

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.

I see you in my dreams, maybe one day it’ll become my reality

whenever people are like ‘who’s your favourite character in 911’, it’s like … babe. i don’t fuckin know. depends who i’m looking at at the time. the position of the sun. the wind chill. the precipitation prediction. i love them all. i love them all way too much.

KEIRA WALSH POTENTIALLY TO MY CLUB?!?! OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE

The WSL remains superior 🤪💙

I’ve been to more funerals than weddings.

For a long time all I could think about was, “please dear god, don’t let me have to bury anyone else. I can’t handle it.”

but I did, somehow. for the eighteen years I’ve spent alive, I’ve buried loved one after loved one with no reprise wondering when would I ever catch a break. The answer is.. well never.

I’ve always dreaded funerals, I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. It’s too permanent, too real, and some part of my brain cannot comprehend that I won’t see this person again.

It doesn’t feel real, I wonder if it ever will.

I try to think of funerals now as a way of celebrating someone’s life, rather than losing them to whatever comes next. It provides little solace for the hole they leave behind, but a small comfort nonetheless.

I look forward to the day I can think about them and not have my breath hitch, the panic setting in, and think of them fondly without breaking down. maybe that future will never come for me.

there’s a comfort in having a friend with the same disorder as you, like she gets me like nobody else in this world does!!! and I love her so much, because even when things differ between stuff we struggle with, etc, she understands, when no one else ever has before.