cristianoronldo:

Sergio Ramos: A Summary

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Isco Alarcon’s press conference | 30.09.2014

“A football player is never afraid; at least that’s not my case. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time that a weaker team beat a stronger one. The Champions League is the most important competition and there are no easy games. We want to win and be top of the group.

His situation in the team
“The coach wants me to do my bit in defence and that’s what I have to do if I want to get minutes. I will try to do my best, and with the ball at my feet I can do well. I’m not playing a lot and I hope to play more during the season. Last year I started out in the team, but nobody remembers that now (…) the affection I’ve received from the Bernabéu has been incredible and they have always supported me. I work hard every day and I try to make the most of every opportunity that the coach gives me. It’s a new season, with new hopes and dreams, and new sources of motivation. I train hard to be in the eleven and I hope to get a lot of playing time this season. (…) there’s no need to say anything to Illarramendi or me to motivate us. We’re very young and we know what Real Madrid is and that the competition couldn’t be higher. We want to enjoy the minutes we’re given and if possible be in the starting line-up.” (x)

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niisku:

the amount of sass in this screencap is overwhelming

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BABE:  Tenemos ya la mitad de la clasificació - post-match interview

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❝ Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.
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A text post has never made me tear up before. Shit (via positiveclarity)

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preach, holy Fuck

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danielhwll:

url graphics → buttterflybandage
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t2e2s:

Our life in a nutshell. JB is drunk we got kicked out of the bar @jackalltimelow

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