i really think there could be some sort of eastern/western communism/capitalism commentary about how shane and ilya each process doing professional hockey for their jobs and how it influences the way they make decisions in their lives. But im not strong enough to make the post because then it will be weeks of discourse that i will be forced to see

Changed my mind um like. Okay. so ilya rozanov does the job because he is skilled at it and it offers him enough money to fund the lifestyle he desires and take care of his family and gives him a path to citizenship. and later he simply swaps teams because this will give him new benefits (being closer to shane, family, new friends) despite knowing he will also lose more because he does not tie winning directly to being a winner within the personal sphere. and shane loves his job identifies with his job refuses to consider leaving his job because of his emotional investments, and because it will be like losing, and will tolerate vast amounts of hatred and discrimination from the job because he loves it. And then i’m not supposed to talk about their cultural backgrounds or reference them. Okay

Gonna sound insane but I actually rlly don’t understand the obsession with becoming famous/ going viral that’s rampant in so many ppl today regardless of age. As I get older, everyday I wish to share less of myself and less of my work. I want to be alone with the people I love and surrounded by safe and loving connection. I want a life where I’ve released my burdens and my heart is full with love. I just want to come home to the man I feel at home with and make dinner before we both fall asleep on the couch. I don’t want to be known beyond that, not even on a local level.

I would never be mean to my friend and lover public transport but the bus does take the piss sometimes

Gonna sound insane but I actually rlly don’t understand the obsession with becoming famous/ going viral that’s rampant in so many ppl today regardless of age. As I get older, everyday I wish to share less of myself and less of my work. I want to be alone with the people I love and surrounded by safe and loving connection. I want a life where I’ve released my burdens and my heart is full with love. I just want to come home to the man I feel at home with and make dinner before we both fall asleep on the couch. I don’t want to be known beyond that, not even on a local level.

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

worst part of anxiety/ocd is that sometimes your fears actually do happen and you have to wag your finger at i like this still doesn't prove you're right asshole. it's like having a venom symbiote except you don't even get to have gay alien sex

the lioness still concerns herself with things she should have gotten over a long time ago

just chewed on my lip until it bled and my mom said it’s okay it will heal in a few days. painfully reminded the body really does just heal itself over and over again. theres somebody whos been trying to save me all along and its me

no matter how hard i try, nothing i write will ever be as fucked up as the stuff somebody who thinks they're creating a Wholesome AU with unexamined beliefs will make.

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them

Literally the reason why I want to start a tug of war/tag/water gun battle group. People need to PLAY.

that guy's ok... he pays me a tithe. that guy doesn't pay me a tithe - we don't see eye to eye. oh, here comes a big tither. love this guy