#promiseslikepiecrust

[wrotefootballficiregretnothing]

I love your soundtrack posts, they always fit your fics just right. Would you consider posting an actual mix for your fics?

*clutches face* THIS IS THE GREATEST ASK IN HISTORY!!! MY WRITING SOUNDTRACKS ARE *EVERYTHING* TO ME… Oh. Wait. I’m USELESS. My only attempt to date: 

…had YouTube links in it, lol, no matter how much I love @promiseslikepiecrust this is the extent of my technical competence. Sorry. 

I WANT to though especially for the basura fic – maybe I can learn?

[tearthepagesopen-blog]

Just want to record the biggest compliment of my life

Promiseslikepiecrust: "Your eyeliner is perfect. You look like a cat; actually, you look a bit like Xabi."

[yhailah]

#41, good luck:) can i have a screenshot please?

sure(: i love white everywhere

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[fashionbli-zz]

wooow, stunning blog:)

Well thank you!

[colour-fusion-blog]

gorgeous blog. mind checking mine out? it's also color coded:)

thankyou, of course, I'll check it out now xx

[herlifeisherart]

[upsidedownes]

gorgeous blog, mind checking mine out?:)

You have an amazing blog, i followed back dear

[lapetitemadame]

gorgeous blog!

thanks sweetie :) 

[wrotefootballficiregretnothing]

Dubai Footballer Gothic

You fly to spend New Years in a soulless, tacky, consumerist Disneyland. You’re a year older at midnight.

Frank Ghery called the miles of skyscrapers on top of miles of shopping malls cheap and vapid (and he should know). You read that on Twitter.

The beach is fake, the island is fake, the imported dolphins are probably animatronic. It’s 105 degrees in the shadow. You’re ginger.

Half of your teammates are there. Half of your ex-teammates are there. The half you can’t stand.

Your bartender points at Mario G*tze three tables over. You pretend you don’t speak English. Or Spanish. You order your drinks in Basque and hand signals.

You go shopping.

You carry shopping bags. Since your eldest is now old enough to take over your Instagram Husband duties, you’re not much use for anything else.

Your throat burns worse than your skin. By Day 3 you’ve sucked dry the minibar and it’s still not numbing your brain enough. It’s 2016 and you’ve been on page 5 of your book on the regulatory environment for pharma companies since 2015.

It takes you 3 failed takes to realize that’s not one of your own. He looks like the only person on the island who gets you, but he’s got to go for a nap.

You do some more shopping. You wear your hat inside the mall.

A complete stranger who is wearing a shirt puts his hand on your shirtless back. He is a Manchester United fan. His fingers are warm. You retreat into the inner core of your being. It’s empty. There’s only mall muzak playing there.

It could be worse. 

It gets worse.

You develop a vodka belly.

It’s worth it. Those tiny bottles waiting in the minibar are your everything. You go to the airport 10 hours early. The wi-fi at Starbucks is shit and your hangover is threatening to eat its way through your skull. It’s OK, you’ve picked up your Fuckboy Hat of Sorrow at the mall. Nobody will notice.

[wrotefootballficiregretnothing]

[LOUD AGONIZED SCREAMING]