montse 🍁

the mystery bruises you're getting aren't from anemia or something stupid like that. they're from me. i go into your house while you're asleep and softly hit you with hammers until i am satisfied

everybody moved on but I’m still there

was lance ok? i was watching his onboard at the end of the race and when he parked he seemed really labored getting out of the car, like kept having to stop/catch his breath and then went right up to the med vehicle to talk to the guy through the window (he was like..leaning on the window pulling his helmet off) and then walked away w the med driver....

Lance: Are… Are my brakes meant to be on fire?  Brad: No… not really.  Lance: Are you going to do something about it?  Brad: Hm… nah.

imagine telling your driver to go on a push lap, when he says that the track is too wet for the slicks you just pitted him for

mutuals im manifesting the softest and most tender august for all of you