What An Amazing Day For Women’s Football, Wales And Poland Qualifying For Their First Major International

Sobbed at Rachel Daly watching the girls’ game last night. I fear I’ll never get over her retirement, I miss her 😭

ANIRUDH PISHARODY IS COMING BACK TO 9-1-1 PASS IT ON. RAVI S8 MAIN IN THE WORKS. IM SO HAPPY IM CRYING

me coded as fuck

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE A CHELSEA FAN💙😍

Spotify Wrapped choosing violence

Back in london prepping for Sunday 💙💙

“you can have my back any day” “i lost him” “you saved him” “there’s no one in this world i trust with my son more than you” “i kind of lost it when i told him” “you were there for him when i couldn’t be” “no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. that is what i want for him” “because, evan. you act like you’re expendable but you’re wrong” “do more” “you don’t want him to end up like me” “you didn’t end up like you” god he sees him. he sees him and he loves him just. something about eddie knowing buck better than anyone else, being there for his lows and his highs and the good and the bad and still loving him so much it’s a part of him is making me light headed.

humans crave to be understood.

me most of all.

I feel as if no one will ever truly get me. maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.

maybe I distance myself too much from people and don’t make it easy to let them in.

maybe I’m meant to spend a lifetime alone begging people to just get me, to please, just look at me and not see someone who’s strange and weird but someone who has a system built against them and struggles to fit in.

I wear a mask everywhere I go to protect myself, not literally (at least not as often anymore). sometimes it physically manifests itself as an accessory, like sunglasses or a hat. I’ll never be caught without one. It’s my way of hiding from the world, letting people see me, but not truly all of me. not really.

I don’t think the people around me understand how much I change myself to fit in, how truly good I am at squeezing myself into boxes and attempting to be ‘normal’, or at least what society deems as such. I don’t think anyone will get me, understand me, know the scars on my soul and the ridges in my heart. the grief that never seems to leave, but comes in waves. the tears that are always present, or the thoughts that plague my mind.

maybe some people aren’t meant to be understood. maybe I’m one of them.

Like Oliver “if you don’t make him bisexual I will” stark getting called biphobic is the most ridiculous claim fr

Oliver “you don’t need to announce your departure” stark

Oliver “ no no he’s always been bisexual” stark

Literally be so fucking fr

HEARTBROKEN OVER EVE LEAVING BUT KEIRA WALSH IS A BLUE. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN I LOVE HER SO MUCH NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY UNDERRATED QUEEN AT MY CLUB?!?? 😭😭😭💙💙