positivity-rocks:

I hope July is kind to you. And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.

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pencilcat:

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penaltyboxboxbox:

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good day to beautiful women

yifeiyay:

liam won an f2 (sprint) race on debut, a dtm race on debut, and now a super formula race on debut after qualifying p3 on a brand new track with practice cancelled due to weather. bro his stats are crazy

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jb-blunk:

I love dusky pinks. this too is an earth tone, to the evolved mind 

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loveandlessons:

we’re only a week into summer and i’m already over it. bring me autumn days.

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distancegoddess:

me: nice day out, shouldn’t waste it

*disassociates on the couch until sunset*

me: fuck

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hungwy:

I’m in a haterous cantankerous mood because I haven’t eaten yet. Apologies to all

f1-stuff:

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Austrian GP ‘23 // Thurs Interview

“What we want is to start getting closer to the podium, and battle Aston Martin and Mercedes…go forward in the races instead of going backwards, like we have been doing…”

inkskinned:

you get used to it, but it’s tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what’s your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i’m dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don’t know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can’t answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i’m happy.

i hope i’m still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn’t quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i’m going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

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