Peachesandrain - ❀ You’re On Your Own, Kid ❀

I WILL SURVIVE BUT I’LL NEVER RECOVER

THE ACHE COMES AND GOES LIKE SCARS WITH THE WEATHER

AND IM STUCK WITH THE PAINS AND PLATES OF ALL THE LOVE I STILL HAVE FOR YOU 💔💔

no matter where I go, I never truly belong. it may not seem like it at first, but it becomes apparent sooner or later

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

JESSIE PLEASE COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU, IM NOT EVEN KIDDING PLEASE

there’s a comfort in having a friend with the same disorder as you, like she gets me like nobody else in this world does!!! and I love her so much, because even when things differ between stuff we struggle with, etc, she understands, when no one else ever has before.

season 8 we’ll finally get the answer 🙏

“what’s going on with buckley and diaz” a question we’ve been trying to answer for six seasons

football has been such a big part of my life, for as long as I can remember.

so many people around me don’t understand the love I have for the sport, but they’ll never truly understand how vital it has been to me. my team, my club, to me its home.

I’ve been going to Stamford bridge since I was a kid, I know the stadium as well as I know my childhood home. over the years, kingsmeadow has become home too.

the sport, this club, it gives me something to believe in. I mean, isn’t that what most people want anyways? something they can wholeheartedly believe in. sport, for so many people, give them that belief.

there’s something safe and easy about standing in a crowd with thousands of fans just like you, all in that one moment, cheering on your team. it’s a weird feeling, one I can’t describe but try to chase. the pure joy, the comfort, the delight and rush as you watch goals be conceded or scored, the rush you get of excitement, or the dread that follows a hard loss. the unwavering determination that you will come back from this.

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.

PROPA CHELSSSS 💙💙💙

Welcome back Becky 💙 this is proper Barclays 🤩

THE WSL IS BACK!!!!! So happy to be at the Chelsea match tonight 😌💙💙

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