max, he/him, old on the internet i miss livejournal i only regularly tag hockey content with 'hockey things' and player first name last initial - i'm unlikely to start regularly tagging anything else. my blog contains a varying amount of rpf and a broad range of kink. sidebar image saved in the early 2010s from the band empires when they we releasing their ep bang.
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Nancy Friedland, Can I Tell You About It?, 2022
Acrylic on wood panel, 20 x 24 in
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hello to all friends and foes…and lovers of hockey and the sorts. i’ll unfortunately be needing a second surgery for melanoma removal soon, and am selling keychains/stickers to try and help with the steep cost of everything. if you’re looking for a gift for a friend or just yourself, please consider supporting!!!
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if you’re maybe not interested in buying anything, but still want to help out!! my ve*nmo and pay*al!! THANKS SO MUCH 🐁🐁
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#i love everyone so much but i had to reply to SO many texts after surgery telling people how i was doing#and now i canNOT respond to anyone
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sea fog comes, like a river rolls a stone, it's rolling me
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Before You Came
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz tr. Agha Shahid Ali
Before you came, things were as they should be: the sky was the dead-end of sight, the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, and the black when you cover the earth with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? The sky is a shirt wet with tears, the road a vein about to break, and the glass of wine a mirror in which the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don't leave now that you're here — Stay. So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may be the sky, the road a road, and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
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SUPERSTORE • S6E15 ↳ “All Sales Final”
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tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it's not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die
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Icelandic horse near the volcanic eruption in the Reykjanes peninsula in Iceland, 2021 - by Gigja D. Einarsdóttir, Icelandic
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