Your Protector-Fleet Foxes
You walk along the stream
Your head caught in a waking dream
Your protector's coming home
Coming home
He is so cat coded
quick little oscar piastri doodle because i felt the urge to draw him for no reason today.. i don't even go to f1 i don't know why this happened
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✨Pretty floor mosaics✨
I love his dedication to the sport
24 year old George Russell who had at that point been a gpda director for only just over a year, staying through all meetings with drivers, team principals, fia and f1 in 2022 so that he could ENSURE driver safety in the wake of missile strikes in Saudi Arabia ! Meetings that not only went into late hours of the night but into almost decent hours of the morning as the sole gpda representative. AFTER F1 released a statement that the drivers were unanimous in still wanting to drive.
He's been putting the work in for years.
australia 2024
raising f1 cars concerns 2023-2024
azerbaijan 2024
australia 2023
brazil 2024
not a direct gr quote don't come for me- gpda statement regarding "driver misconduct"
interview after being appointed a gpda director 2021
He casually annihilates them every time. I know the FIA hates to seem him coming.
all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember.
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Ghostly figures
dancing, swaying
on long forgotten music
Lost lovers
unite once more
Families
laugh and play
As time slowly ticks away
(2021)
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save me nico rosberg...
I fell in love with a ghost her sweet scent accompanying me a whisper in my ear a warm feeling around me in my cold empty bed she joins me in my imagination as we go on great adventures and live out our lives like the lovers we were supposed to be
Maybe if my mother and I
were much more different,
it would be easier to fault her
for everything that happened.
To explain all the pain
I am carrying.
Maybe if my mother weren't
sometimes soft
pinning the fault would
go smoother.
if she didn't have the
same outline I have
if we didn't laugh the same,
share the same freckle,
chin, and ears,
and have the same interests.
Why did the universe make us
so much alike.
To whom of the counterparts
does this curse belong to.
Do I then blame
her or myself
as her and I look at our
mirror images
mournfully gazing at each other.