So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
something about connor mcdavid and the kind of excellence that has to scoop you out to make room for itself. the kind that can disappear with a breath, that you know won't stay forever, that will leave you with nothing to fill the cavity it creates. the kind that moves you, part determination part dread, to make something of its occurrence, that will depersonalize you, that will never satisfy you. the kind that teaches you that excellence is not perfection, that victory is not sustenance, and that no amount of effort can change any of this. oh, algernon.
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WHEN YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN HIS WIFE AND WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT ME ALL OF THOSE YEARS AGO YOU'RE STANDING FACE TO FACE WITH "I TOLD YOU SO" you know i hate to say it. i told you so. you know i hate to say it but, I TOLD YOU SOOOOO
i know it’s not really the canucks fault that they have to play desmith now, but unfortunately it does mean my passive good will—worth its weight in lord stanley silver, of course—is gone until demko is back.