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brenda, 22, california
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Scarves donated by football fans from around the world hang on 96 empty seats for the 25th Hillsborough Anniversary Memorial Service, at Anfield on April 15, 2014.

naturallybohemian:

This motivated me to study. Thanks tiny cactus.

naturallybohemian:

This motivated me to study. Thanks tiny cactus.

“The camera, as it does, spun directly to Liverpool’s captain after the final whistle blew. He closed his eyes, and then covered them with his arm, like you would if you were, say, playing peekaboo, but when he pulled his arm back, he wasn’t sticking his tongue out and making a face — he was in tears. Wait, he’s crying, I thought. Wait, why is he crying? A brief pause, and Wait … I’m crying, too? WAIT, WHY ARE WE BOTH CRYING? IT’S NOT EVEN 7:30 YET. The last one’s a ridiculous question in one sense: I’ve been a Liverpool fan for as long as I could watch (almost) every game on TV. Which means I’ve considered getting Gerrard’s face tattooed on pretty much every part of my body. He’s been this voyeuristic constant — someone I’ll never meet, someone I’ll never be able to do anything for, but someone who’s dictated my emotions more consistently than maybe any other individual over the past decade. I’ve graduated high school and college, moved across the country, had busted relationships, lost touch with old friends, and spent a night in Oklahoma, but all the while, Steven Gerrard’s been playing for Liverpool. Of course I’m gonna cry.”
busterposy:

Let’s finish them off

busterposy:

Let’s finish them off

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