Hockey Me Do

Designer, loves music, films, photography, hockey (go HABS go), MTL, NY and her pets...
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howtotrainyourdragon:

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howtotrainyourdragon:

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

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highbrowandbeard:

THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE LINE

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knucklesnilan:

I loved the perked eyebrow. 

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I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.

humansofnewyork:

"Even if we work hard to be a teacher, or a lawyer, or a doctor, we are seen first as outsiders."

humansofnewyork:

"My family made me come. But I hate it. I can’t get a job because I have a lot of accent. I was an assistant manager at a big jewelry store in the Dominican Republic, now I clean tables. We had a big house there. Now we live in a small apartment. If I was home right now, I’d be in a very nice restaurant, on the beach, laughing with my friends. Not sitting alone on a bench, trying to learn English. There I was a princess. Here I am an immigrant. A servant."

When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.
And I’m sorry  (via spuandi)

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harryfloorcorn:

HOW WILL I DIE?

Devoured by The World We Live In…

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shadicasper:

#BreakingStereotypes

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so-hockey-eh:

Bergevin on the Habs’ pick Nikita Scherbak. Somewhere in the distance you can hear Chucky going “but….but…I’m American.”

so-hockey-eh:

Bergevin on the Habs’ pick Nikita Scherbak. Somewhere in the distance you can hear Chucky going “but….but…I’m American.”

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justlikeordinary:

fandomsandfeminism:

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Studies show that women apologize more than men, often for perfectly reasonable acts like, you know, taking up space. 

So watch this Pantene commercial here to inspire you to stop saying sorry for no reason. 

Interesting.

I’m Canadian so I doubt there’s any hope for me. I literally apologize to everyone and everything (yes, thing. I even apologize to inanimate objects.)

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I love hockey til the day I die.

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