I'm good. Thank you. I'm glad that I can always make you smile with these messages. I slept okay. You're just such a nice person so I just decided to send you messages to make you smile. Plus, the fact that you're adorable makes it all that better. :) <3
You’re the sweetest most perfect guy ever, please don’t ever change :) <3
What the hell happened to Nadal today? He probably stayed up too late partying for Spain.
It’s not like he played awfully. It’s just that he was on autopilot. I would have been in the same mode if I were a top ranked player facing off against a number 100 at a grand slam, but after all of the euro coverage he watched, he should’ve picked up on the “Brace yourself winter is coming” theme. Anything and everything is happening in sports and he should’ve been prepared.
I’m not too pleased about his lapses in sportsmanship either but I don’t blame him. To quote Johny Mac, who the hell is Rosol? And why is he destroying my happiness?
Rafa, find Xisca. Have some sex. Take a flight together to the euro final because we all know you’d rather be there. Eat pasta. Go fishing. Look at your trophies and then come back when you’re ready to regain all of the ranking points you lost.
And tell Federer that if he doesn’t win I will beat his ass
“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.”—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via seabois)