club nickname is âThe Goonersâ yet somehow they havenât figured out what they actually is to sign a legitimate striker who can finish and not have to rely on fucking Kai Havertz
more often than not you anticipate they will either draw or lose so when they do youâre not terribly disappointed. when they do win, itâs a nice surprise. watching their games can be frustrating but they do tend to be super dramatic. itâs a W-W-D situation.
This was my first football match and I went solo because none of my friends watch football. It was so exhilaring! A cauldron of testosterone! i donât support Leicester or Crystal Palace but as a neutral it was truly fascinating observing this wonderful thing we call the beautiful game. something kinda old school about seeing families with their kids eating pies and singing football chants.
I was cleaning my sink today and noticed the tiniest seedling sprouting inside. i'm so confused at the dynamics of this and it blows my mind how life finds its way even in the darkest and murkiest environments
massivelyyyy underrated.
got myself a pistachio latte today at my local cafe cause it was their drink of the season, and oh my lord, i could have had 10 of them. beautiful.
a local gelato place also does the most subtle pistachio gelato which cures my deep void every time i have it (also a pistachio emoji should exist already)
