mona🪼

sports lover - ita - 18 🏎 ~ 🏍 ~ 🎾 ~ 🏒

[mona-ryte]

"Facciamo Finta" - Niccolo Fabi as tzjd pre, during and post trade

Or, a story about pretending that losing your best friend is not the end of the world

translation:

let's pretend i'm a king that this is a sword and you're a soldier / let's pretend i'm falling asleep and when i wake up, it's all over / let's pretend i'm hiding you come looking for me / and even if you don't find me, you don't give up because maybe it's just that you looked for me in the wrong place / let's pretend i'm not scared when the end comes, sooner or later it happens / let's pretend that those who succeed deserve it / let's pretend i'm a hero and that i can fly and defeat evil / let's pretend you're different and that despite this, i don't want to kill you / let's pretend i can snap my fingers and disappear in an instant / when i don't like what's in front of me, when it isn't right or simply it hurts me / let's pretend i come home at night and you're still there on our blue sofa / let's pretend that then we hug each other and we never leave each other never again

(the blue sofa = the rooftop, in case it wasnt clear)

credits to @antrea for some of the pictures, i couldnt have done this without you, so thank you!!

[mona-ryte]

"Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, un milione di scale" by Eugenio Montale

Is it ever possible to overcome grief?

translation, as always, under the cut

I descended, giving you my arm , at least a million stairs / and now, when you are no longer here, it's the void on every step / In any case, our long journey was too brief, / Mine still goes on, / no longer in need of coincidences, reservations, ploys, and the scorn of those who believe that the reality is what you see. / I descended millions of stairs with you arm in arm / not only because four eyes perhaps see more. / With you i descended those stairs because i knew, that between us / the only true pupils, though such obfuscated, were yours.

[washedupswammer]

broad street bullies yes hard hitting big bodies brute force winning wear down the opponents through physicality that’s the flyers that’s philadelphia and that’s what the media has assigned and that’s what the organization leans into and that’s why two significant playoff clinching games were through shootouts (skills competition) and that’s why one two three four first round picks all set to become synonymous with the flyers are also synonymous with undersized and that’s why the guy we call mr playoffs is absolutely not big at all and was such a cerebral player he was good in the postseason bc the series format allowed him to study each team obsessively and now he’s the gm and that’s why the current big name for the franchise is a reclamation project player who once had a “soft” reputation and why every fan gets up in arms about our under six foot skilled twenty one year old and the flyers used to be so bad at shootouts but now have the best because actually the broad street bullies were fifty years ago and just like how back then, philadelphia set the tone for a specific way of playing hard nosed hockey that defined the pre-2000’s era, the transition into fast and skilled hockey is fully taking over and it makes certain people uncomfortable it makes the media all tangled up because what about the working class style flyers what about brutal hockey? get over it.

[alleznewhook]

Tonight's sharks game was my friend whom i converted to hockey's first ever game and first ever fight. She saw they lost despite having the lead and im like haha welcome to shrockey and then i went to look at the scoreboard....

Welcome to sharks hockey indeed, jfc.

[mona-ryte]

sometimes its really just me and my lake michigan obsession against the world

[mona-ryte]

"Andare oltre" - Niccolò Fabi, or, a love letter to Connor McDavid.

translation:

will it be a shooting star or a story forever/ will you ever forgive me? yes, you will forgive me/ and then tell each other again childhood holidays, past loves, favorite movies, and the traumas we've suffered/ but life is long now, like its complications, mental structures, duties and scars/ allowing another to occupy our space and to look at him from within/ inside the comparisons and substitutions/ another who lives with our ghosts and who pushes us towards the future/ challenges our balance and takes our breath away/ will you ever forgive me? yes, you will forgive me/ and will I ever forgive myself? yes, I will forgive myself/ and in the meanwhile I'm already there, beyond the bridge/ my sentence, you know, is going beyond/ going beyond, going beyond, going beyond, going beyond

[avbrm17]

Things I love

(Not necessarily in this order)

1. Women

2. Hockey

3. Food

4. Gay hrpf tumblr

5. Vodka after a long day

[mona-ryte]

first ever post on tumblr and its this dumbasses fault

(lyrics from "cosa mi manchi a fare" - calcutta)