come mi fai sognare

bitch you better not be sitting and staring at your old wounds forever wtf

i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp

wish my life was like a 90's movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

no shade on carlos, good riddance and all that to him but i love how at his final race, he put every single "ferrari fired the wrong driver" talk to bed... his teammate CLAWED his way up to the podium, blood on his teeth, foam at his mouth, hunger in his veins... is constantly asking about the constructors, absolutely floors it when he hears they need to fight, meanwhile carlos keeps his comfy little 5 sec distance for a comfortable podium not taking the tiniest of risks. and this, children, is why maranello is right.