Sarajevo Tower, 2020

Neymar has been my favourite player since the moment I saw him on the pitch years ago. I cried so hard when he left Barcelona.

This video hurts me both as a fan of his and someone in the mental health field (I am studying psychology).

I love and stand for everything @holdmyhopeinyourhands has written on here.

I hope he is dealing with this in a healthy manner, and I hope internet bullies and real life bullies realize their words hurt and they meaning.

Do better.

Be better.

I've rewatched this video so many times. So so many times and it breaks my heart each and every single time. The abuse, the bullying, the witch-hunt, it all reflects starkly in his eyes and it's sickening. To see someone who used to be so full of life laughing dejectedly (his voice breaking) as he says how tired he is and how he no longer has the mental strength to deal with the sport he loves anymore is just so freaking awful I don't even know how to put it into words.

Could you image being cut down, humiliated, slandered and verbally abused so much so that you can't even do what you love anymore?

People forgot a long time ago that Neymar was human. Hypocrites who preach about mental health and awareness forgot a long time ago that their attacks were landing and their words wounding.

I'm furious. I'm angry. I'm disappointed and so very worried about him. But more than anything I'm just sad. No one deserves this. No one deserves the amount of abuse he's dealt with. For years. For so many years and I always admired him for that strength. The resilience to carry on despite of it. The ability to pick himself back up no matter how much the media and the football community tried to kick him down.... but I guess eventually a time comes when even the must resilient breaks down. And this is the aftermath of that. This is the result of years of torment.

And I want everyone that played a part in it to know. Every single person that preached about mental health in one breath and abused the hell out of Neymar in their next, this is your doing. This is on you, remember that.

And I hope he seeks help and doesn't let this fester. Actually, I hope he's already going through therapy and dealing with all this in a healthy manner. I hope that his family, his friends and his teammates are there for him because he'll need them. And finally, I hope he does what's best for him. I loved and still love watching him play. It's beautiful and captivating and brilliant and I have loved every second of it. But if he has to hang up the boots even with psg for his own mental wellbeing than I wish him well and give him my thanks.

Thank you for making me fall in love with football again Ney and please take care of yourself. All the love in the world from your fans to you.

Personal space doesn't exist in Stray Kids

I just think this is really beautiful

“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.

if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”

- Soledad Francis

Whenever people come with "they're from a different era" defending old racists and homophobes and transphobes, I always point to Betty as an example of someone choosing to grow with the world around them. Betty was on the right side of most of the history and change she lived through. There are no excuses. As long as you are alive, you have a responsibility to society to learn and be better. You don't get to decide when you've had enough because ideas that are new to you make you uncomfortable.

And no I'm not saying Betty was a Saint. She was 99. I'm 1000% sure she's said or done something problematic- we ALL have and will and in 2022, I hope the internet gets that. But the gift of age is that Betty was able to grow and be better and show what she's learned.

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las vegas

Favorite non Disney animated movies from my childhood

❤🏳️‍🌈

Responses to Josh Cavallo from the football community ❤

My little heart :((((( 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Just keep on going like you always do, right, Mom? Even in pain. That’s what Clarke women do, right? No room for weakness. Dad dies, we just wipe our tears and keep on marching, right? And what would you have had us do? Wallow in our grief? No. But we could’ve taken some time.

Ženiš se pre tridesete, jer tako treba.

Normalan si.

Imaš dvoje dece.

Diplomu.

Posao.

Račune za struju.

Račune za telefon.

Letovanje od deset dana.

Možda 15.

Escape weekend u Beč.

Plus zdravstveno osiguranje.

Plus životno osiguranje.

Penzijsko osiguranje.

Račune za grejanje.

Žuriš kući iz kancelarije.

Danas je nedelja.

Vodiš ljubav svake druge nedelje.

Sa ugašenim svetlom.

Mirno.

Misionarski.

Nekada i četvrtkom kada ti otkaže psihijatar.

Budi normalan.

Petak je dan kada ti tvoja jednostavna žena kuva boraniju.

Odustao si od sna da gajiš pčele.

I od toga da se često smeješ.

Ideš u teretanu, jer tako treba.

Voziš se u koloni.

Nikada ne pretičeš.

Nešto ne umeš više da voliš.

Želeo bi.

Kasnije i to nestaje.

Lažeš da si dobro.

Lažeš da se smeješ.

Lažeš.

Ne smeta ti prašina na omiljenoj ploči.

Na celom gramofonu.

Pušiš krišom.

Psuješ vozače.

Psuješ pešake.

Psuješ bicikliste.

Psuješ komšije.

Psuješ ženu.

Psuješ decu.

Psuješ Boga.

Psuješ život.

Računi, računi, računi.

Imaš previše bora.

Imaš par godina u inostranstvu.

Neka bežanja od sebe stvarnog.

Opiješ se nekada

Nikad sam.

Sa društvom.

Jer tako treba.

Pevaš, jer kažu da su takvi ljudi radosni.

U avgustu otplaćuješ kredit.

Imaš 20 godina više.

Čekaš lift.

Jezivo si miran kad se pokvari.

Čekaš u redu.

Čekaš u banci.

Čekaš da ti žena ponovo kaže "volim te".

Čekaš da je opet zavoliš.Čekaš leto.

Čekaš da odškoluješ decu.

Čekaš da udaš ćerku.

Čekaš da oženiš sina.

Čekaš da se penzionišeš.

Čekaš sledeću godinu.

Čekaš sledeću godinu.

Čekaš sledeću godinu.

Čekaš sledeću godinu.

Čekaš sledeću godinu.

Čekaš svetla vremena.

Čekaš bolje sutra

Da budeš srećan.

Izuj se.

Hodaj bos.

Tada smeš da hodaš i po travi.

Kupaj se dok sviće.

Pričaj o stvarima koje voliš.

Nikada ne obrći palačinke nožem ili rukom, samo bacanjem u vazduh.

Odlepićeš je sa plafona, ne brini.

Nauči da razbijaš jaje jednom rukom.Igraj se u supermarketu uslužnom kasom, to je blagodet.

Ljuljaj se u tri ujutru.

Naruči 5 kugli sladoleda.

Nasmej se upozorenju ‚‚samo za decu‚"Prođi ispod prskalica u parku!

Stani ispred vrata sa senzorom, pljesni, pa se pravi da su se otvorila na tvoju komandu.

Baci kap, dve vode na vrelu ringlu i zamisli da si čarobnjak koji baca čini (ako nemaš ‚‚senzor vrata" blizu kuće)

Šetaj pored reke.

Gurni prst u reku, nećeš ostati bez njega.

Vodi ljubav.

Ujutru.

U podne.

U sumrak.

Uveče.

U dva.

U tri ne možeš, tada ideš da se ljuljaš.

Vodi ljubav stalno.

Svuda.

I ne sa svakim.

Nikako ne sa svakim.

Ako imaš priliku da vodiš ljubav na nekom krovu zgrade, po slikarskom platnu uvaljan u boje, umočene kose u temperu URADI to.

Ako nemaš tu mogućnost, prvo kupi platno, stvori je.

Slikaj - sa njom.

Ili njim.

Okačite sliku iznad kamina.

Neka vas svi gosti uvek pitaju čija je slika.

Zagonetno se smešite.

Držite se za ruke ispod stola.

Pomazi je po stomaku gde je remek delo vaše slikarske tehnike.

Ljubi.

Grli.

Golicaj.

Pleši.

Praštaj.

Maštaj.

Putuj.

Ne propusti pravljenje figurica od plastelina.

Ne propusti prvi jorgovan.

Ni poslednje lubenice.

I to da se umažeš jogurtom.

Ili da pričuvaš nečijeg mezimca.

Smej se.

Mnogo se smej.

I ne pokrivaj usta rukama, jer imaš jedan krivi zub, samo neka je zdrav.

Više bole krivi putevi u životu.

Pravi musaku.

Pravi porodični turnir u kartama.

Čitaj ceo vikend.

Pokisni.

Slušaj muziku rizičnih decibela.

Okreči sobu u žuto.

Pevaj, ako tako osećaš.

Plači, ako tako osećaš.

Kupi šator.

Najveći u radnji.I opremu za kampovanje.

Slaži slagalice.

Zovi redovno roditelje, jer tako želiš.

Javi se iako je prekasno.

Posoli ako nije slano.

NE zaboravljaj prijatelje.

Ne zaboravljaj stvari po ‚‚džepovima", tu su neke važne sitnice.

Stavi malo više pene u kupku.

Uuu, i pravi balončiće.

Pričaj "po starinski".

Nekada se samo obmani.

Pričaj o stvarima koje voliš.

Pričaj o ljudima koje voliš.

Nije teško naći ljude prema kojima nisi ravnodušan.

Nije teško voleti.

Pričaj i o stvarima koje te muče.

Pričaj.I slušaj.

Budi brižan i samilostan.

Pomoli se onda kada iskreno osećaš.

Neguj ljubav.

Govori MI, umesto Ja.

NE beži od sebe.Ne plaši se.

Lep si i nasmejan i namršten.

Pa šta ako znaš samo dva akorda na gitari.

Izgradi u sebi, ne oko sebe.

Zasadi hektar kalemljenih trešanja.

Donesi joj seme za nanu i origano sa službenog puta.

Čekaj, pa ti nemaš službeni put.

Postao si ono što želiš.

Onda se odvezi biciklom do pijace i kupi.

Budi kreativan, NIŠTA NIJE GLUPO ako je namera prava.

Oboji svoj svet.