Say It With Me Now

Honestly I still dont know wtf formula 1 is, but at this point im bored as fuck and gonna ask 😭

it's an incredibly unserious sport where a bunch of multimillionaires sponsored by oil companies pant and sweat inside a metal husk to see who can finish first. u know. before all those other guys get in there. they all have another guy on radio giving them orders. they all have daddy issues and wear luxury watches and have had stunted childhoods. some of them want to fuck the cars. all of them want to fuck each other to some degree

I hope this clears it up!

still thinking of how charles cant do anything without dropping the world’s weight in whimsy and absolute cinema on the table like brother wins on pre-historic tyres and his engineer goes like you make me dream and he goes like the highs are so beautiful and of course it’s in the motorsport equivalent of a temple and its his cult ass teams home race and of fucking course he’s seen as like a crossover between holy mary mother of god and daenerys targaryen and everything just feels like you’re being seduced into a religion. also he has blowjob doe eyes and a dog he believes to be his biological child

I need Alpine to commit to the whole bit put Pierre and Esteban in special Deadpool & Wolverine racing suits.

shout out to george russell for being the only bitch who doesn't quiver and move out of the way the second max verstappen is in his mirrors much less for a whole race. merc you better kiss the ground this man walks on or istg.

made up f1 tweets yeow

Probably not even done with this series, but here’s all of them, at once.

I don’t even know how to feel

the many faces of oscar piastri

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

mark: what do i feed it….?

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too