One Day She Will Know How Much She Means To Me. I Will Spend Every Day I Can Convincing Her Of It.

KEIRA WALSH POTENTIALLY TO MY CLUB?!?! OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE

Watch we find out Buck is allergic to bees or some shit, I’ll fucking screech please leave him alone 😭

"kill them with kindness" WRONG 500 BEES 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

next year I’ll be 20. an age I never thought I’d reach. I never truly envisioned a life past sixteen. I had far fetched dreams, stuff I told the people around me to appease them, but I never truly thought it would happen. I never thought I’d get this far. It’s slightly surreal, like I’m in some sort of limbo, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Sure,I guess in their world Sarina Wiegman does not exist…

SHE did it FIRST and SHE did it BETTER.

PROPA CHELSSSS 💙💙💙

Welcome back Becky 💙 this is proper Barclays 🤩

Like Oliver “if you don’t make him bisexual I will” stark getting called biphobic is the most ridiculous claim fr

Oliver “you don’t need to announce your departure” stark

Oliver “ no no he’s always been bisexual” stark

Literally be so fucking fr

Back in london prepping for Sunday 💙💙

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

dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

watching my siblings grow up is a bittersweet feeling. I hope they know much I love them. how much I do for them, how much I’ve sacrificed for them.

there’s some things I’ll never tell them I’ve suffered through, done to myself, to get through the day just to see the smile on their faces.

I hope they know they are loved.

that’s all I want for them, for them to be loved.

is that too much to ask?