internetexplorers:

*looks in the mirror*

what the fuck is that

When your hopes get crushed, that feeling hurts

Or maybe I won’t fail, perhaps there’s something in those words. Looking forward to drinks in the city once this subject is over - that’s when we find out. There’s competition for my heart at the moment though. Typical me

This injury is making me very sad too. I want my athleticism back, I need to be able to sprint, turn and leap. We might actually be on a for a premiership this year, so it might be my only chance of glory

You aren’t allowed to sit there with the sun filtering through your blonde hair, smiling at me - that just isn’t allowed. Might have to risk it for the biscuit soon. Will fail.

The grass is always greener on your side of the field, isn’t it