"I mean, I was practically working with Robert Lewandowski every single day. I know he's older than me, but what was I to do?" "I don't know. But trust me, Saoirse--I don't think that fucking him was the correct answer to that question." Saoirse only tilted her head, smiled, and looked away before she spoke. "Well,"...
She's been good friends with her brother for as long as she remembered. But so was he. Him and her? Not so much.
he's as cold as ice, and even the shining sun can't help him anymore. so he makes her his sun, and lets her do the job.
in which i, isabelle, write previews and my explicit reactions for matches (basically my euro 2016 book, except the euro is over and now the 2016/17 season is here)
Is it true that you will never forget me? Even if we're apart and only the clouds as the boundary? [unedited.]
"yeah, right. if you're cristiano ronaldo, i'm barack obama." ------- [She is a sarcastic fangirl and omegle addict. He is the world's best footballer and omegle novice.] #106 in Fanfiction on 8/08/16 © cristiano-, 2015
❝the lines stitched into highways; the never-ending seams, on roads that are less travelled, dividing you and me. i wish i could unravel, the fabric in-between, and tear away the distance, to bring you close to me.❞ -Lang Leav
