i refer to my team as “we” because i spend copious amounts of money on merch and tickets, watch every game win or lose, wear my merch in rival cities, learned to play because of them, spend the entire year focused on them, have made some of my best friends because of them, sit in a freezing rink, pouring rain, or a big blizzard for them, and most importantly, because somewhere in that team, I’ve found myself and my own happiness

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"my fingers…"
"Are BALLS…"

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Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

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What? No. Medals are for tournaments. Rings are for champions

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if i guy ever calls you a pucslut just kick him in the crotch and say “well there go your pucknuts asshole”

stop looking at my typo

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i don’t get the saying “money doesnt grow on trees” money is made from paper. paper is made from trees. MONEY IS TREES

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some drug dealers are so bad at drug dealing

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Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see. I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy (because I’m easy come easy go, little high, little low.) Any way the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me.

Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead. Mama life had just begun, and now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, didn’t mean to make you cry, if I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go, gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. 
Mama, ooh, I don’t wanna die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (let him go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (
let him go)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (
let him go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (mama mia let me go)
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here

(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

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Living Is Easy With Eyes Closed

Mike, 19, Massachusetts. Baseball, hockey, football, music, tv, movies, nsfw