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tumblr is crazy because I could make a post about something super deep and emotional and an account will reblog it and make it about some fucking hockey team

one thing about me i’m the leaver. i will leave

sports has everything you could possibly want honestly. found family. forced family. divorced family. soulmates. enemies to lovers. lovers to strangers. good overcoming evil. evil winning it all. broken dreams. dreams come true. and most importantly. bloody face injuries. who said that

Being into popular ships from popular media is weak. Barely hits. To get a real high try pacing your bedroom like a caged animal at 6am obsessively thinking about an insanely niche pairing from an insanely niche piece of media, performing an imaginary ted talk to an audience of zero.

help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today