#ripking

[sadiebelle]

i saw the light this morning

(exaggerated but true events of my morning on the 16th of december.)

“good morning!” is what i would say if the morning was good. but it wasn’t. woke up feeling not so refreshed. rough sleep. i had that uncomfortable feeling in my leg that made it seem like i was cooped up in a small space, that i needed a good old streeeeeeeeetch. quite restless! not in the bestest of moods from the get-go.

got out of the warmth of my ditsy floral yellow duvet and my bright pink quilt that my mama got me for Christmas last year. made my way towards my bedroom door, which is always left open in hopes that my cat will join me for a snuggle (she never does…), and stepped over the mountain of clothes i left on my floor. december homework leaves one feeling disorganized sometimes. no time to fold my laundry and make my bed!

anywho. i’m now walking in the hallway, headed towards the bathroom. oh! nevermind. my brother is taking a steaming hot, forty minute shower. great. i’m even grumpier now. i turn to head back to my room (i may as well be productive for the next twenty minutes of his shower, or else i’ll be late for school), and, rather unfortunately, stub my toe really hard on the corner of the hallway banister.

holy moly!!! pain pain pain. oh my gosh. i say some rather colourful words (opposite intention as the word “huzzah!”, but with the same verbal enthusiasm). groooooan. today sucks already. my poor toe hurts so bad. gasp! it’s all red! are you kidding me, how hard did i kick that stupid wooden post? crap! ow ow ow. (oh my gosh, what’s that light at the end of the hallway!? no, stupid, not the sunrise! i think i’m dying! i can see the other end!)

okay… i need a pick-me-up, or else i will be emo for the rest of the day. eureka! i’ll make myself a cappuccino! ugh, i’m so grateful my mom realised that getting rid of our espresso machine was a mistake. her crusty and old french press was just not cutting it. i put my white Nike socks on (my poor toe…), head downstairs, and realize that i’m not wearing my glasses. i can already feel the headache brewing.

i retrieve them: problem kinda solved (i can see, head still hurts). i reach the kitchen to prepare my lunch, neatly packing some cabbage casserole in a glass container (unironically yum i don’t care what you think!), as well as an apple, a chocolate-peanut granola bar (hopefully no one dies upon smelling this, i think mournfully), a spoon, and a dismembered gingerbread man – no frosting. i put some bakery bread in the toaster, though the slices are too long so they stick out awkwardly like a tall person’s feet under a hotel blanket. can’t relate.

i spot the glistening espresso machine, ready for use. oh, you better not disappoint me, girl; i’m holding on by a thread! ok, fast forward to my double shot being poured in my mug, i open the fridge so that i can froth some milk, and guess what? (“what?”, you say out loud) THERE’S NO MILK! are you joshing me right now? %$%&*$, i say. “what’s wrong?” my mom asks from my dining table.

everything, i say melodramatically, facepalming and shaking my head (she laughs at me). my toast pops. i choose to just spread butter on it because i can’t be bothered to fight with the solid block of organic peanut butter my mom insists on buying over the oily stuff. (don’t tell her i said this, because she’ll never let me hear the end of it, but she is right; the organic stuff tastes better) anyways. the rest of the morning is bad. my bangs look clapped. i’m post-period breaking out HELLAAAA. i just remembered that i have work tonight. my sweatpants are sitting wet and cold in the washing machine, no time for them to dry in time. shucks, i guess i’ll just have to wear jeans!

jeff buckley, please give me strength! Yard Of Blonde Girls, bring me to life! (ooh girl, you bet your cheeks it did.) i feel rejuvenated, rejoiced, and reconciled. i will not succumb to my sour mood, nuh uh. goodbye!

[lxversvalk]

real

[wejustvibing]

i watch f1 for the plot

[©Sam Bagnall]

[luchitohamilton]

my surfer guy 🤙💕 [x]

[galli-halli]

das Klaas ausgerechnet bei dem Insta post kommentiert wo joko Paul ripke erwähnt ist iwie schon wieder bisschen funny einfach

Wenn man sich auf eins verlassen kann, dann auf Besen-Klaas, der plötzlich ganz dringend mit dem Blödmann Joko telefonieren muss, sobald Paul Ripke erwähnt wird xD

We see you, Klaas.

"Kannst mich auch mal zurückrufen, du Blödmann" Unfassbar.

[luegootravez]

Ann-Sophie Thieme by © Paul Ripke

[earthdoves]

alternate covers for SEA CHANGE

A bird may love a fish…but where would they live? The two can not build a home together

[russell-63]

George vs Paul Pt. 2 - with Toto denying George fun again 😭😭

[1337wtfomgbbq]

F1 cycling connection continues...

I was like, wth does Jan reel that for? Until I realized, Paul was the photographer for that calendar and Paul is Jan's newest bestest of friends.

[mediumtires]

Mark Webber is in HAMBURG playing GOLF with PAUL RIPKE wearing a MARINE BLUE JUMPER ???????????

[lewisainz]

thinking about her this morning. and every morning

[wejustvibing]

they need to bring him back yesterday

[bisous-valtteri]

val calling ripke a bear. discuss.

he sure did

which is not even the first time he's called paul a bear. valtteri is an online millennial who has openly queer friends. there's no way he doesn't know the implications of this messaging.

i did not anticipate my first post being about a non-driver but you know what, paul has been around for so long and he's worked on the grid. close enough.

valtteri 100% took this pic, posted it, tossed his phone aside, and then went to nestle down in all that chest hair. getting cozy comfy. paul big and warm and pleasantly scratchy underneath him. valtteri knows that he himself is not a large man, but it's not all that often that he's made to feel small, either. paul makes him feel small, though.

paul who is only half-asleep now and angling to be full-asleep again soon, cracking one eye open just a smidge to look down at the armful he's been given. "come to nap, little bear?" he asks, german accent softened into slurred speech.

valtteri blushes but it's a happy blush, free of pain. he won't admit it out loud but he does like it when paul calls him that. little bear. he nuzzles his face into paul's chest, enjoying the rasp of his chest hair, breathing in the scent of clean skin. "mhm," he hums, wriggling his hips over paul's and intertwining their feet to get settled. paul tightens his arms around him and valtteri feels himself relax. "go back to sleep, big bear."

[nnato]

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

all this mark content today.. i actually dont know what to do with myself