bitches who grew up in the city are like “omg the calming sounds of home 😍😍” and the sounds are like [people yelling outside] [faint explosions] [incessant sirens] [trains rattling]
accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities
stop normalizing camila cabello
close your eyes. now imagine a clinical striker. performs every week. converts beautiful passes into incredible goals. quick, sharp, intuitive. our pride and joy. now open your eyes. who did you imagine? mariano? jovic? some other young talent on the market? wrong. it’s benzema with a wig.
being intuitive is just like… i don’t like this and no i will not elaborate
“Whose life am I living? Whose life am I failing to live?”— Margaret Atwood, from “The Tent,” originally published c. 2006
my dream is that bale and benzema are both benched for 10 games straight and having to work their way to the starting 11 just like everyone else and not relying on their status in the team
remember that time we cried for Zidane to come back and he did just to give us this mess
I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch
how to stop endlessly analyzing your own behavior as if you were a scientific experiment