mavis, seventeen, india.
i like football, formula 1, star trek, mcu, movies and tv shows.

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Mats Hummels + doing stupid things with his face 

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From my research it looks like tea brewing time depends on what your teas made out of. To put it simply

  • leaf: 1-3 minutes
  • flower: 3-6 minutes
  • stem or stalk: 8-10 minutes
  • root: 7- 9 minutes

I’d recommend experimenting with your tea and seeing how strong you like it. It’s all just trail and error at the end of the day :D

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fic: i want to come home (to you) →


Bastian Schweinsteiger/Lukas Podolski | 1104w
Written for a prompt on the footy ficathon.

You are 23, and you don’t believe in soulmates.

You don’t believe in soulmates, even though you cried your way through The Iliad because every word on it dug deep, every word hit home. Even though it felt as if you were there, and it felt as if you died when Patroclus did. It felt. It feels.



i always think “if people want to talk to me they will” which is my reasoning for never really starting conversations so i’m permanently thinking no one wants to talk but what if they’re sat there thinking the same and it’s just this cycle of silence that never gets broken because i’m too stubborn to just put myself out there 


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A Reminiscence

There is a fundamental reason why we look to the sky with wonder and longing - it is our home. We are iron, calcium, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorous; we are what the stars are made of. We are stardust, glowing and pulsing bright on this earth. Friends are like nebulae. The dictionary says a nebula is a cloud of gas and dust in outer space, visible in the night sky either as an indistinct bright patch or as a dark silhouette against other luminous matter. To me, a nebula is a dragon that fled into the sky and shattered to pieces. It crumbled to dust and smoke. You are a nebula, you are not a dragon but you might have been one in centuries long gone. Like the stars in the night sky, you have inspired me.

I used to know you very well. We were best friends. You didn’t believe in best friends, you said that they eventually leave and move on. I was ten years old at the time. I didn’t believe you. I believed in fairy tales and happily-ever-afters and in friendships that we take to our grave. I know now that most of us take broken hearts, unfulfilled promises, lies and secrets to the grave. We fade away, from the mind, from the heart, and the history books will forget about us. We drifted away from each other and what a pity that is. I regret that, I regret not being a better friend, a better person. You were my best friend for four years and then I listened to the words of my other friends, they didn’t like you. I believed them, I agreed, I didn’t defend you, not only did I let you down, I let myself down. I failed to remember the brilliant girl who inspired me to take up music. I forgot the girl who was so similar to me and yet so different. I didn’t think about my supportive, stubborn and determined and determined best friend. I forgot my best friend. That started a phase in my life when I avoided you. I was a coward. I’d like to apologise for that. We were no longer best friends, we were acquaintances, somebody to exchange pleasantries with and that’s it. In the tenth standard, when slam books were being passed around, I wrote a ‘sorry’ in yours. I meant it.

There are some people who you have a connection with – it is easy to get drawn back to them. Maybe we’re the lucky ones with a connection. We’ve fallen back into a friendship. We’re not best friends but we’re friends and that is something special in itself. The last 2 years have unravelled a lot of beautiful mysteries to me, you, my friend, are one of them.

No matter what era you race in, there’s the satisfaction of beating the guys you are racing against. Nothing else in life has given me so much satisfaction. You’re at peace with yourself, and the moment you are in the car you feel free and your mind is nowhere else. You just do what the moment requires you to do and it makes you free.

— Sebastian Vettel - F1 Racing, March 2014 (via chasingpegasus)

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I want Neuer to go off the field and go bear hug Müller before throwing Pep into the sun and still gets back in the net in time to block the next shot.

But that’s too much to ask.

can I just say that there is legitimately an article out there about how Neuer turned his back to a game and kicked a ball back and forth between himself and Mueller (who was a substitute at the time) for at least half the game

Here is the article, if you’re curious.

*starts crying*


that was an actual thing that actually happened

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Daddy Toni and his sweet little Leon. Pictures which can always make me feel warm and happy. (๑´• ₃ •̀๑)

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The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

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Thomas Müller: a summary

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a baguette in the butt would be a pain in the ass

i’m unlearning french

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Fire alarm in the team hotel forces Bayern out onto the cold streets of Moscow and a nearby Irish pub

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CASIO Face Time - Japanese GP 2014 /x/

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