It's our paradise. It's our war zone.

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

the fact that kimi was adored when he cried about his first win, but george got made fun of online when he did the same thing NOBODY TALK TO ME

Absolutely delighted by the reblog to likes ratio on this

watching isack go to redbull feels like i'm watching a period drama where the protagonist goes to marry a man whose previous wives all died under mysterious circumstances. kind of want to draw that book cover now

the only thing you should care about is getting stronger arms and a stronger back nothing else matters

women matter.

sorry

My toxic trait is that no matter what I need three hours to myself at the end of the day to do absolutely nothing.

black mackerel tabby

playing my oiter

and the f1 movie perpetuates narratives like this more than ever — women can’t expect the bare minimum anywhere and it’s sickening

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god