like my favorite player could literally be sitting in the box after attacking a guy who called him names :(( and I’m the one who is supposed to be worried about being “classy.”
and these guys have a huge ass cup with their name plastered on it and they get rings the size of my fist and it’s a problem when they celly too much.
they work their ass off and solely concentrate their whole life on playing this sport, while people are spending hundreds of dollars to wear your name on their back, and they “couldn’t have done it without my teammates, even that guy who had a total of 5 minutes of ice time and 0 shots”
they try so hard to make it to the NHL and play with an elite class of players and do their best to become a household name but refuse to go to big hockey markets like toronto and montreal because they’re TOO big.
they talk about expanding the game but keep don cherry around for laughs. and then call the rest of us bullies because we vote john scott into the all star game. like at least i’m not laughing at an old man making offensive comments.
- getting annoyed when dogs lick me too much
- letting social media drama affect my life
- allowing depression to keep me from success
- worrying if I’m making the right choices
- holding back how I feel
- stressing over hypotheticals
- holding onto toxic people
- putting quick and simple things off
- FUCKING AROUND.
I’m repeatedly trying to manage it all, to not fall together at the bedroom floor and cry because life’s is to much and I miss everything that I had and experienced just a couple of months ago. I’m trying Charlie I really do.
But it’s so hard you feel? I can’t comprehend how I went from the old me to the person I am today? It felt like everything was going so well and you know it Charlie because you felt it too. But now everything is falling to pieces and I’m afraid that it’s too much and too late to puzzle life back together. I’m so sorry Charlie
Sybil x Tom “They have not your interests at heart.”
Season 2 semi-angst!
“Branson, please! Do you realize what you’re asking? You’re asking me to give up my family, my entire life–”
“Not forever. Only until they come around, and then I promise, I will welcome them with open arms.”
Sybil sighed, looking away. “You make it sound like it’s so easy.”
“Why do you care so much about what they think?”
“I don’t!” Sybil protested, but it wasn’t true, not entirely. “I know I’ve told you that I’m not suited for this life, and it’s true. But leaving Downton Abbey and being cut off from my family are two entirely different things, don’t you understand that? I love my family. I love my sisters. The thought of having to say goodbye to them, even if it means a different life…it’s too much. I love them.”
“And in time, I could grow to love them too. For you, Sybil, I swear I could. But you have to take a chance on me, and not worry about what they think. I know that Mary already suspects something…”
“She’s just trying to protect me. That’s what older sisters do. They’re all just looking out for me.”
Tom shook his head vehemently. “They have not your interests at heart.”
“And you do?” Sybil fired back, her temper getting the best of her.
Tom looked slightly stricken, and immediately she wished that she could take the words back. “Tom…” she whispered, using his first name for what she believed must be the first time. “I didn’t mean–”
“No, you did mean,” he said with a bit of a wry chuckle. “You’re finally speaking your mind again, and I’m glad of it.”
She forced a chuckle, blinking back frustrated tears. “You’re just saying that.”
Gently, he took her hands in his, running his callused, grease-stained thumb over her soft skin. “I know it’s hard,” he said softly. “And I don’t mean to rush you. I told you I’d wait forever. I’ll stay at Downton until you want to run away with me. But it’s not going to be easy, and I want to make sure that you’re making the right decision. Not for me, or for your family–the right decision for you. This is your choice, Sybil, and I promise to love you and respect your decision…whatever you decide.”
“Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.”
I fall in love with trash lord Anakin Skywalker because of your art. I don't even know is it good or bad, but thank you. If someone said me "Join the dark side, we have a lot of Shorelle's art", i will join them immediately. You are wonderful person.
oh my lord, thank you so much anon! I’m so glad you fell in love with this trash lord too, IT’S TOTALLY A GOOD THING and honestly am just really honoured because Anakin Skywalker is literally the reason why I got back into drawing a few years ago!
// uses this excuse to doodle our original Space Trash King (now in eternally sassy force ghost form!!) (/¯◡ ‿ ◡)/¯ ~ ☆