+++ dorina. eightteen. hungarian. the face of Luke Hemmings makes me asdfghjkl. I adore Nina Nesbitt. madridista. lovatic since 2008. I feel like a sinner for liking Marc Bartra so much. Cristiano Ronaldo is the best player on earth, and he's a perfect human being, so haters can shut up. Gareth Bale is magical. Di Maria is my angel. I love Nirvana, 5 Seconds Of Summer & Arctic Monkeys. I like cats, and I'm awkward.

{2013. 09. 27 / 2013. 09. 30.}
 

mychemicaltoast:

*runs into room* YOU TREAT ME JUUST LIIIKE *rips down ceiling fan* ANOOTHER STRAANGERRR *kicks chair* WELL ITS NICE *punches you in the face* TO MEET YOU SIR *knees you in the crotch* I GUESS I’LL GO *snaps your neck* I’LL BEST BE ON MY WAY OUT *walks away with explosion behind me*



What I mean:You are one of the best friends I've ever had. The level on which we connect baffles me. I'm so so happy that I can share my interests, secrets, guilt, faults, joys, and insecurities with you in confidence and receive encouragement to improve and keep being better, and I'm comfortable with the ease with which I can reciprocate those feelings and that support to you as well. We make a great team and I'm really fortunate to have you in my life.
What I say:u lil shit

gnarly:

I would be a morning person, if morning happened around 1pm


Look at a football field. It looks like a big movie screen. This is theatre. Football combines the strategy of chess. It’s part ballet. It’s part battleground, part playground. We clarify, amplify and glorify the game with our footage, the narration and that music, and in the end create an inspirational piece of footage.


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standardgaydad:

u know u fucked up when u still haven’t slept yet and u hear birds chirping outside


Mr Van Houten, I’m a good person, but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. I think we make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have the time, and from what I saw you have plenty, please fix this for me. It’s a eulogy for Hazel. She asked me to write one and I’m trying, I just, I could use a little flair. See the thing is, we all want to be remembered, but Hazel’s different. Hazel knows the truth. She didn’t want a million admirers, she just wanted one, and she got it. Maybe she wasn’t loved widely, but she was loved deeply. And isn’t that more than most of us get? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying, but I didn’t want to say so. She was in the ICU when I snuck in for ten minutes and I sat with her before I got caught. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, but her hands were still her hands, still warm and her nails were painted this dark blue/black colour and I just held them and I willed myself to imagine a world without us, and what a worthless world that would be. She’s so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she’s smarter than you because you know she is. She’s funny without ever being mean. I love her. God, I love her, I’m so lucky to love her right now. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. Okay Hazel Grace? Okay.


Delantera Invicta (x)


The game never ends. x


"This industry seems to invest more in perfection than in flaw. But flaw and individuality, to me, are what makes a human being interesting, they make our stories worth telling."



friend:promise you won't tell anyone
me:i promise
me:*tells my mom*

Things football has taught me:Don't get too attached because at some point everyone leaves.

THEME