'if you're going through hell, keep going' - Winston Churchill (Stitching Art)
People want all the wrong kind of love.
They want a Gatsby and Daisy love connection, but don’t realize the synthetic infatuation of the nefarious spell.
They want a Romeo and Juliet whirlwind, but forget they haphazardly and half insanely lead each other to their demises.
They want a Bella and Edward undying commitment, but don’t see the crippling dependency of an unrealistic relationship.
People want to romanticize the unromantic, want to glorify the obsession. They want to believe in a green light or an eternal love, they don’t want mortal. They don’t want normal.
But they don’t understand, they can’t see, what’s special in the unspecial.
Love is the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. Love is the way he opens the door with a goofy smile and raised eyebrows. Love is the way he bought you the wrong flowers on Valentine ’s Day. Love is the way he breathes in your exhale, just to make sure you’re alive. Love is the way he doesn’t have to be extraordinary to be perfect.
In a way, love is all the ways life is ordinary.
Because people want the wrong kind of love. They want to believe in fiction, and I fucking hate them for that. Because I believed in ordinary, I believed in you.
And we promised we would never be a sappy romance novel, and we never were. But somewhere along the line we started writing history. And now we are just words in some boring old textbook shoved in a dusty old library.
Because people want the wrong kind of love and I wanted everything we could never be."
Football is all fun and games until one of your favorite players retire.
Or you lose a championship on penalties
Or one of your players transfers to a rival
Or one of your key players gets injured
We love ya, we love ya, we love ya!
I don’t care what any of you say, we’re the best dressed team in the league.
Bees is the new Sporting KC Captain!! Totally called it…one good thing to happen in this last week!
My guardian angel,
The day has come. You’re going. While it is a law of life, it is impossible to imagine a Barça without you. If I look back and remember Paris or Rome, the first image that comes to mind is you lifting the European Cup. In Wembley you’re ceding the honor to Abi, a detail that still makes you greater. My generation and those that come behind do not know what a Barça is without Puyi in defense, with the armband and the ’5’ on the back. I guess nothing will ever be the same.
I met you almost 6 years ago. You the captain and emblem of the team and I a youth coming to take on the world. From the first day we had a great relationship, as much on the field as off it. By your side I felt protected, knowing that if one day I failed, you would be there to save me. You are my guardian angel.
I want you to know that I will miss our talks in the locker room, your advice and especially your “quarrels” on the pitch. You are unique. It makes me laugh when they talk about signing ‘the new Puyol’. May they keep looking, because they will never find him.
Thanks for everything, Puyi. (x)
You have been and always will be the best captain in this club’s history.I will never forget everything that you’ve taught me. To fight till the end, never give up, respect other people.Even though my heart breaks I respect your choice and just want to say THANK YOU.
YOU’RE THE BEST.
~every culé right now.