herein lies my unofficial thesis on sport

The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be done with it and the sooner you can stop thinking about it. Go on, up you get, it won't be as bad as you think.

You won't want to do it later either. You might as well just do it now. Even if you don't finish it all, anything you manage to get done now is something you don't have to do later (when you still won't want to do it)

sports arent real

we talk about how surreal it is to befriend really good creatives on here but what’s really surreal is when those really good creatives also have, like, debilitating social anxiety and impostor syndrome. leonardo da vinci is on my dashboard calling the mona lisa cringe. rembrandt thrives off of my deranged tag rambles like a starving college student going after café leftovers

a very merry “nhl players making their debuts have to wear neck guards” szn to all who celebrate

we are never going to be free until it literally doesnt matter whether a person is ugly or not

Nothing is hotter than getting spicy messages when you're in a place you really shouldn't be looking at them

Heated Rivalry is a closed door hockey romance in the sense that they fade to black on the hockey. The sex is explicit, but the hockey is implied.