They Scare Me, They Know What’s Happening. I NEED To Know 😭

“I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my saviour” might be one of the most devastating lyrics of a song if you understand it, that I relate to. LIKE I COULD GO ON ABOUT THIS FOR DAYS.

I leave a part of me everywhere I go. I think most people do, unconsciously. A part of themselves gets left behind and proves to people for decades to come, that they lived. they were there once just like them. existing in the same spaces as them, hundreds of years apart.

I leave a part of me in South Africa every time I part. A country that means so much to me, that my mother grew up in and left behind for a better life. A country I rarely get the chance to go back to, and so cherish every moment with my loved ones when I do. I cry every time I leave, it’s like a part of me is ripped away and left in the country for me to pick back up when I return. every return back is bittersweet. I hold a lot of anger towards my dad for keeping me and my siblings away for so long. I was a child, I deserved to know and see that part of myself too.

I left a part of me in Ecuador a year ago. A country that grew to provide me an escape from the turbulence in my life that surrounded me at the time. It gave me a place to discover myself, to see the world and meet new people, to get away from it all and think. It gave me time to heal most of all. It was a sanctuary. one I didn’t know I need at that point in my life. one I miss every day.

I’ve been to countless countries in my lifetime, every place gives me something I never knew I needed till I got there. every place provides me with a new experience and outlook on life. and while I doubt I’m alone in this feeling, I feel as if words will never be able to convey how much it means to me.

I’m lucky enough to have travelled far, seen different cultures and met people from different walks of life. they will stick with me forever.

one day I’ll learn to live with my grief, for now I just let it consume me. It’s love morphed into misconstrued anger that has nowhere to go

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

David Mitchell

I’ve said it before but the biggest tragedy of 911 is that Buck and Shannon never got to have any BobbyMichael-esque shenanigans and drive Eddie crazy with their friendship

THEY’RE HAVING A BABY?!?! THIS IS SO CUTE IM CRYING I LOVE THEM AHHHHHH

If someone followed my line of sight like this to force-keep the eye contact I'd kiss them just to force-break it jus sayin

THE WAY THEY ALWAYS LOSE EACH OTHER IN THE RAIN I CANNOT COPE 😭

If I had a nickel for every time Buck and Eddie have lost each other in the rain, I’d have three nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it’s happened thrice.

Spotify Wrapped choosing violence

MARC HAT TRICK BEFORE HALF TIME LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO. I LOVE MY TEAM, I LOVE THIS CLUB, LIGHT THE COUNTRY FUCKING BLUEEEEE 💙💙💙

Lucy Bronze in a Chelsea shirt almost had me crying last night, she looks so good 😭