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I am tired of this long stretch of winter. I need to see the Cars Go Fast. Please, someone help. I beg of you. I can't keep doing this. Life is without color, and I am purposeless, floating in an endless sea just waiting for the most miniscule iota of information about my husband (max and the other drivers) to reach me. The walls feel as though they are closing in. The only thing that soothes my aching soul are the races of times long past. Oh, loves of my life, apples of my eye, come back to me. Let me lay my eyes on you once again. Oh, 2025 season, you cannot come soon enough. I will be patient. I will endure the torture of these frigid, empty winter months, if only because I know my loves will return to me. On that day, it will be as though they never left, as though they have been by my side, warming me and shielding me against the northern winds. Hark, the lights will come on and go out once more, in due time. We will see the sun rise on a race weekend once more. I promise. Stay strong.
-me (a person who has absolutely exhausted my family and friends with my f1 brainrot)