*ੈ✩‧₊˚just a girl who loves books, cars, poetry, cats, dark red nail polish, vanilla scented anything, steve lacy, leather jackets, coffee, and sweater paws <3
There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
Sebastian vettel in 2016 stayed BOOKED AND BUSY (he had to speak German with Nico and English to Lewis so they don't have to talk together in the cool down room because the girlies were tussing😔)
Nico Rosberg is the Finno-Anglo-Franco-Italiano-German who speaks 97 languages (including Welsh) and has a world record Il passports - but deep down he's really a Monegasque. You can tell from the exquisite manners and the smell of money whenever he wafts by. So even if he hadn't won the race for the last three years the build-up to the Monaco Grand Prix mostly consists of Nico dutifully explaining that he went through the tunnel to school every morning while growing up, and the media dutifully reporting it like they have the previous ten years he's said it. Just once we'd like Nico to bullshit the press conference and claim to have been raised by wolves in a Lappland yurt. Like Kimi.
when your 1st teammate you were assigned when you were 19 and shy and weird who took you to his cousin's wedding and basically sugar daddied/ dommed you into being a real adult before abandoning you for ferrari and you try to act very grown-up and mature now but part of you will always turn back into that blushing 19 year old when he gives you attention but it's really just carlando