The Orange Man Is On My Television Screen And I Do Not Like It.

knowing that we’ve grown as people, and gone our separate ways, but being burdened by the knowledge that I once knew everything about them. going through life and seeing the little of things that remind me of them, and feeling that sharp feeling of nostalgia of what once was.

it reminds me that there was a time where I knew all of them, it saddens me that I no longer do. I hope they’re happy.

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

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.]

one day she will know how much she means to me. I will spend every day I can convincing her of it.

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.

I’ve said it before but the biggest tragedy of 911 is that Buck and Shannon never got to have any BobbyMichael-esque shenanigans and drive Eddie crazy with their friendship

I see you in my dreams.

Always in my dreams.

The WSL remains superior 🤪💙

I leave a part of me everywhere I go. I think most people do, unconsciously. A part of themselves gets left behind and proves to people for decades to come, that they lived. they were there once just like them. existing in the same spaces as them, hundreds of years apart.

I leave a part of me in South Africa every time I part. A country that means so much to me, that my mother grew up in and left behind for a better life. A country I rarely get the chance to go back to, and so cherish every moment with my loved ones when I do. I cry every time I leave, it’s like a part of me is ripped away and left in the country for me to pick back up when I return. every return back is bittersweet. I hold a lot of anger towards my dad for keeping me and my siblings away for so long. I was a child, I deserved to know and see that part of myself too.

I left a part of me in Ecuador a year ago. A country that grew to provide me an escape from the turbulence in my life that surrounded me at the time. It gave me a place to discover myself, to see the world and meet new people, to get away from it all and think. It gave me time to heal most of all. It was a sanctuary. one I didn’t know I need at that point in my life. one I miss every day.

I’ve been to countless countries in my lifetime, every place gives me something I never knew I needed till I got there. every place provides me with a new experience and outlook on life. and while I doubt I’m alone in this feeling, I feel as if words will never be able to convey how much it means to me.

I’m lucky enough to have travelled far, seen different cultures and met people from different walks of life. they will stick with me forever.

Watch we find out Buck is allergic to bees or some shit, I’ll fucking screech please leave him alone 😭

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