#so shallow

[gardenofstarss]

hdjckdkckkdkc I should not be this jealous of my boyfriend being an interesting individual while I am not one

[fugamalefica]

I hate Voldemort's fangirls™.

[maxemilianver]

it is once again the time where we need to make it clear that max is NOT bored of winning and dominating. with or without competition. it is indeed a fact. the way some fans really convinced themselves into the fanfictions they write about max is insane. the dude is not bored of his domination nor he seeks competition.

he said countless times that it would be good for the fans and the sport itself if it had more teams fighting for the wins, but it has nothing to do with him dominating. he said that he enjoys winning with a gap, he enjoys winning every single race. he did that in his karting records, he literally won every single race in multiple championships. this is NOT new to him, he LIKES dominating.

the way we need to keep saying those things because some people really created a version of Max where he is dying to race others and bored of f1 rn. yes he wouldnt mind if there was competition, he loves racing. he LOVES racing. this is max who would drive endless laps in empty karting tracks alone because he loves it. the same guy who spends hours and hours into preparing for endurance racing in sim to do perfect laps over and over again for HOURS. dude spent last week driving perfect lap after perfect lap and he was never happier in radio. this is max. max likes racing. racing is not only making passes, it is not about going to wheel to wheel. it is also nailing the laps after laps consistently seeking to be perfect. this is racing.

[petr1kov]

i really wish there could be a movie about brazil where things were like... well researched and interesting. and not just used as an exotic backdrop to the main story.

[shysimblr]

Rebecca Made it back to her apartment in tears. 

She had 3 missed calls from Dillon, sitting there looking into the distance she thought about what had happened, thinking back on it she might have overreacted. As she sat there in silence she made the decision to let Teddy go... it wasn’t worth all the fighting and drama that had ensued that night. 

*phone rings* 

Rebecca picked up the phone “ Dillon stop calling me. I’m done with this.. don’t contact me again. I want out.” She didn’t wait for him to respond and put the phone down before sighing loudly and wiping the tears from her eyes. 

Yeah... she was done. 

[inloveamateursatbest]

(forgive the shitty pics) yesterday's shopping haul 💕💁

[trulyhumblenarcissist]

Today I bought a new bath soap because the packaging was so pretty I couldn't help myself... Now I smell like child vomit and cheap bubble gum. Kids, this is educational: don't buy questionable products just because they're cute. Your skin may melt...

[dyingartofmidnight]

I wrote this poem today.

They’re all pretty empty

As I sit on this balcony overlooking the sea

In some abandoned condo of the grandparents of a desperate white girl who longs to be seen as minority The infection of the extrovert begins to overtake me.

I fight this sickness in each moment,

Trying to focus hard on the sound of the waves as I fight through endless cold spells of what zodiac sign the weekend is or what do I think of the main character in euphorias hair-pox.

Both questions somehow were rhetorical.

I try to be fascinated by her unlimited powers of articulation, coupled with her own strong lack of lexicon. I try to find comfort in her deep brown eyes, and join her at the surface. But I can’t. My own mind won’t allow me to anything but nod along as I struggle with this unique virus. I’m in her world and it’s obvious.

I look to her and scrape the catacombs of her mind for any trace of depth so that I may connect and every attempt leads to furrowed brows, confusion, and aquiesce. As a last ditch effort for resonance, I sought answers to the divine paradox of how did I even get here.

Or was I even there?

Maybe I was a ghost and instead of sending books off the shelf I could only haunt her with nodding along and saying okay every 5 to 10 seconds.

I grab my shovel and dig deeper and deeper until I see the infinite tunnel with no light at the end. Perilous exhaustion caused me to collapse in the form of, I have to use the restroom.

I Turn the sink on and look at the mirror.

It began to dawn on me they’re all pretty

Pretty, Empty.

Beautiful ornaments like the shells that adorn the beach but loud as the waves crashing against the shore.

What a fatal combination.

-ark