MARC FOR A SECOND!!!! UP THE CHELSSSS. GIMME A HAT TRICK KING 💙💙💙

you know you’re down bad when every song is about her

allistic people will never understand how consuming a hyper-fixation can be, whether you like it or not.

my family, especially my parents, love to scream at me, “I’m the third parent.”

maybe in a way I am. for the last five, almost six years, I was thrust into a role I never wanted. when I was supposed to be merely their sister, I had to become something of a parent to my siblings.

I changed nappies, I wiped away their tears, I gave them comforting hugs when something happened, I’m the one who cheers them on from the sidelines, I made sure they were awake and had eaten breakfast, I got them to school, I make sure they’ve eaten and get to bed, and have done their homework. It was me, who went to the parent-teacher conferences, me who went in when they had problems at school to sort them out and talk to teachers. It was me who sat with the oldest of my younger siblings, talking her through 6th form and her choices and results day, and now universities. It’s still me who does all of this.

so yeah, am I a third parent in the family? you could probably say that. but it was never something I chose, never something I wanted. It was just a role I had to fill, to keep some semblance of normal, and keep my crumbling home life together.

Eddie wouldn't mind being in love with his best friend if it didn't mean being in love with a man

Buck wouldn't mind being in love with a man if it didn't mean being in love with his best friend

HEARTBROKEN OVER EVE LEAVING BUT KEIRA WALSH IS A BLUE. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN I LOVE HER SO MUCH NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY UNDERRATED QUEEN AT MY CLUB?!?? 😭😭😭💙💙

knowing that we’ve grown as people, and gone our separate ways, but being burdened by the knowledge that I once knew everything about them. going through life and seeing the little of things that remind me of them, and feeling that sharp feeling of nostalgia of what once was.

it reminds me that there was a time where I knew all of them, it saddens me that I no longer do. I hope they’re happy.

i am simply an Alive Bobby Nash Truther until the bitter end. they can have a live feed of the inside of that man’s coffin as his body decomposes in the corner of every single episode from here on out and i will continue to believe that he will rise from the grave and continue to live his best most chaotic life with his hot wife and his cringefail bisexual son assigned to him by the HR department at the LAFD and his beloved dear paramedic friends who come to him for life advice and his son in law/narrative parallel with extreme catholic guilt and a nobel prize for pioneering new batshit ways to repress emotions and discovering previously unknown stages of grief. it is what he deserves

what an amazing day for women’s football, Wales and Poland qualifying for their first major international tournament. I can’t wait to see how they do

buddie canon s8 i need it

I’ve been to more funerals than weddings.

For a long time all I could think about was, “please dear god, don’t let me have to bury anyone else. I can’t handle it.”

but I did, somehow. for the eighteen years I’ve spent alive, I’ve buried loved one after loved one with no reprise wondering when would I ever catch a break. The answer is.. well never.

I’ve always dreaded funerals, I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. It’s too permanent, too real, and some part of my brain cannot comprehend that I won’t see this person again.

It doesn’t feel real, I wonder if it ever will.

I try to think of funerals now as a way of celebrating someone’s life, rather than losing them to whatever comes next. It provides little solace for the hole they leave behind, but a small comfort nonetheless.

I look forward to the day I can think about them and not have my breath hitch, the panic setting in, and think of them fondly without breaking down. maybe that future will never come for me.