Sobbed At Rachel Daly Watching The Girls’ Game Last Night. I Fear I’ll Never Get Over Her Retirement,

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

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.

women’s football is so important to me, as a girl who grew up watching men’s football and fell in love with the sport at such a young age, to grow up and reach an age where I was conscious of the fact that women played professionally too!! and then to watch it broadcasted?!? It was revolutionary for me. I’ll never shut up about how important it is that the sport gets coverage, and the attention it deserves. I could go on for hours, it probably a problem.

If someone followed my line of sight like this to force-keep the eye contact I'd kiss them just to force-break it jus sayin

one day I won’t feel guilty for things I can’t control

Back in london prepping for Sunday 💙💙

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

chelsea got a good one x

she was my best friend and that was the worst part

I’ve known death since the minute I was born, and though the fact is somewhat dark; I think of death as an old friend. He provides a comfort to those I have loved so dearly that living could no longer give them. I choose to think of death as a positive thing, rather than something to be feared. It is inevitable, and one day I will meet him too.