I feel kinda bad for anyone who follows me because you are at the whim of whatever my latest hyper-fixation is. ALAS! I am but a victim of my sweet, sweet mistress media in all her forms... so sorry in advance
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you ever think about how patrick marleau constantly told auston matthews, the boy from the desert who by no means should have been meant for hockey but is, and mitch marner, the boy that was born and bred into hockey and still has people breathing down his neck to be better, to never forget how good they are. to never forget how great they’ll be. how he said that he believes that they’ll be the two to bring the cup back home to toronto. and when they do he’s going to think about playing mini sticks with them in his basement and eating dinner at his table. how he thanked them for welcoming him into THEIR family in toronto. how watching them play and seeing their love for the game made him fall in love with hockey again. you ever think about the impact that man had on them because i do almost daily.
its lap 28, verstappen is 3 minutes ahead, sauber are halfway through a 56 second pitstop, the alpines are fighting for p19. all of a sudden everything stops, the crowd goes silent . its mr worldwide
actually easier to unfollow and block. and if you're anti-choice you can unfollow me and fuck off too. if you don't want to have an abortion don't have one, but my uterus is none of your business.
I’m just thinking about how many times I’ve heard my dad on a long call with an obvious scammer and I’ll start begging him to get off the phone because I always think he’s a very easy mark and he’ll just keep going and then after a while he’ll say something like “I died 20 years ago” and hang up.