Baseball baseball baseball baseball. The baseball that baseballed the baseball baseballing was a baseball baseball. The American League Wild Card Game was baseball. It was baseball and baseball and baseball, everything good about baseball. It was a lead going back and forth, managers making decisions we could argue about and players making decisions we could celebrate. It was the eternal promise of a game without a clock, the cliché of a baseball purist revealing its roots and showing us how it became a cliché. It was a home team celebrating in front of fans who have waited too damned long to celebrate.
FAVORITE FILMS ⇨ THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939)
"Well, some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?"
The Scarecrow and Dorothy were my first OTP. I was three, I had no idea what shipping was, I didn’t know where babies came from, I didn’t care about her age or that he is made of straw. Their love was deep and pure and I wanted her to go back to Oz so they could be together forever.
28 years later and I still basically feel the same.
(Source: wandamaxmioff, via afigureofspeech)
*wails with ichabbie feels*
If Tom walked into my house like this, in character, I’m telling y’all, it would get real.
If he walked into my house like that, it would get really NAKED.
the gesture in the middle gif is what it’s all about.
(Source: stellar-raven, via geekmehard)
The people who lament the lack of gatekeepers online are generally the people who used to hold keys.