(no subject)
first things first:
holiday love meme
and then
it's just that it hurts. i really thought we could do it this time, you know? and that makes it hurt so much more, because then you build up the expectation - even if you try not to - there's always this little bubble that says yeah, we can win this game.
and after that first minute
i thought we could do it and i was so proud already, i was fucking beaming, you know? asi asi asi gana el madrid
and even when they equalized i thought, we can still win. but we couldn't and i don't get it. i'll try harder tomorrow when i'm sober/writing papers, but i don't get it. we were the stronger team going in to this game and even through some of it and we still can't pull out a win.
i'm sad more than anything. i'm not angry. it's nobody's fault but ours.
the sound of the bernabéu, though, singing until the very end-
that's what made me cry, really. most of all. (sidenote: it's hard to cry in front of the guy you like plus 12-odd cules all of whom don't understand what it is to lose like this, because they weren't watching barcelona play during those seasons four or five years ago when they were a massive implosion. not that that's what we are, but it's hard to cry in front of people who haven't known anything but victory.)
at any rate,
si mi corazon es blanco y mi piel merengue siempre te amare
holiday love meme
and then
it's just that it hurts. i really thought we could do it this time, you know? and that makes it hurt so much more, because then you build up the expectation - even if you try not to - there's always this little bubble that says yeah, we can win this game.
and after that first minute
i thought we could do it and i was so proud already, i was fucking beaming, you know? asi asi asi gana el madrid
and even when they equalized i thought, we can still win. but we couldn't and i don't get it. i'll try harder tomorrow when i'm sober/writing papers, but i don't get it. we were the stronger team going in to this game and even through some of it and we still can't pull out a win.
i'm sad more than anything. i'm not angry. it's nobody's fault but ours.
the sound of the bernabéu, though, singing until the very end-
that's what made me cry, really. most of all. (sidenote: it's hard to cry in front of the guy you like plus 12-odd cules all of whom don't understand what it is to lose like this, because they weren't watching barcelona play during those seasons four or five years ago when they were a massive implosion. not that that's what we are, but it's hard to cry in front of people who haven't known anything but victory.)
at any rate,
si mi corazon es blanco y mi piel merengue siempre te amare