It’s halftime at King power stadium. Mesut is still unimpressed. Olivier is still eating. I’ve lost count of how many throw ins Danny Simpson has done. I’ve lost count of how many transgressions Vardy has been warned for. Arsenal have been shooting at the net forever, it feels fruitless and empty. The net shoots back. Somewhere in the distance flamini weeps. Alexis and clattenburg are arguing, an echo in the tunnel. Slowly, slowly, chambo’s hair gets imperceptibly lighter.

I posted this to my Instagram earlier, but I’m going to put it here too.
Yoongi’s mixtape hits a little too close to home and honestly I just really want to hug him and tell him that he’s not alone in everything and just love him forever. I want to cuddle him for like 5 days straight, but not right now because brb crying. He’s made me realize that I can be better, I can overcome my hardships just as he has and I can become something. I’ve only been a BTS fan for about 4 months now and I can honestly say that they all inspire me to do and think things I probably wouldn’t have before. I wish that I’d have known about them when they first started out, but I’ve only recently found out about kpop thanks to my friend. I may not have been there in the beginning, but I can guarantee that I will continue to support them until the end. They make me feel better and I can see how much feeling goes into their songs and it’s amazing. I used to hate myself too and not tell people because I didn’t want to burden them with my problems. I used to smile and act like I was alright and it’s good to know that I’m not alone and that I can be whoever I want. I don’t know if you’ll see this, Yoongi, but you are not alone and thank you for sharing a part of yourself with all of us. For showing us that you can overcome the pain, that you can be a survivor. Sorry, I’m not too good with words.