-So just grab, somebody, and tell them you’re sleepy, and you just want to cud-dle. WANT TO. CUDDLE.
-She asked me what I wish for on my wishlist - you ever ask your bitch to tuck you in?
-They drank some warm milk but still look thirstay, staying up past they bedtime shoulda been asleep by nine thirtay
Christian Lorentzen: Because I follow so many accounts I think of it as watching a stream of garbage flow in order to see what colour the trash is today.
troian-shrek is so pretty
“Brazilians aren’t more intense or passionate about sports than Americans are. That’s a romantic myth, the sort expressed by taking too seriously the idea that the country’s heart ever beat as one and kept going by the passing on of almost certainly false tales like the one about how Uruguay’s second goal inspired fans to leap to their deaths in the Maracanã, or intoning about how a loss to Germany could lead to death. The distinction is that they feel about a national team the way Americans do about local ones, which means that an entire nation, rather than an isolable locality, can be torn up by a historic, all-encompassing loss. This is a difference of degree, not kind, and to read it any other way is at best to surrender to the same basic fallacy that sees a team’s loss as the result of something other than identifiable failures and at worst to depict Brazilians as so unsophisticated that they can’t tell the difference between sports and life, and so are prone to riot over nothing at all.”
Tim Marchman - What Brazil’s Loss Meant, and What it Didn’t Mean