Realising I’m Going To Be Utterly Alone In A City And Have To Make New Friends And Get To Know More
realising I’m going to be utterly alone in a city and have to make new friends and get to know more people. knowing that I have very few friends who reach out first, and eventually they will forget me as they move on with their lives, but I’ll be burdened forever for remembering every detail about them.
totally ideal things to think about to fuel a crisis at 2am
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football has been such a big part of my life, for as long as I can remember.
so many people around me don’t understand the love I have for the sport, but they’ll never truly understand how vital it has been to me. my team, my club, to me its home.
I’ve been going to Stamford bridge since I was a kid, I know the stadium as well as I know my childhood home. over the years, kingsmeadow has become home too.
the sport, this club, it gives me something to believe in. I mean, isn’t that what most people want anyways? something they can wholeheartedly believe in. sport, for so many people, give them that belief.
there’s something safe and easy about standing in a crowd with thousands of fans just like you, all in that one moment, cheering on your team. it’s a weird feeling, one I can’t describe but try to chase. the pure joy, the comfort, the delight and rush as you watch goals be conceded or scored, the rush you get of excitement, or the dread that follows a hard loss. the unwavering determination that you will come back from this.
you know you’re down bad when every song is about her
god gives his most niche fandoms to his most autistic warriors
YES WE DID!!! She looks so good in blue 🤭😌💙
chelsea got a good one x
me coded as fuck
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
she was my best friend and that was the worst part
To all our rivals right now I’m sorry but ^^
grief is an old friend, worming its way into my heart and wrapping its tendrils around my ribcage. sometimes it is a comfort, to know I loved someone so dearly that the remnants of it still lingers.
sometimes it threatens to swallow me whole and weigh me down, it makes me want to scream to a higher power that it’s not fair, that they deserved more time. the answer never comes, and the silence that follows leaves me empty and hollow.
I fear this feeling might never leave, and I will be forever burdened by grief.
