I will LOVE you till the END.
His praise of Messi also centres on the attitude of the then 15-year-old. “He did something that says so much about him because a lot of young kids don’t like doing it. In one year he played with the Barça C youth team, then Barça B and then with Barça A. But then he went back and played for Barça C again afterwards.”

You could say to him, ‘Look here’s the ball, let’s play a match’ and he would get on with it. He just loved playing. He didn’t mind what level. Some kids when they play for the A team and then you ask them to play for the B team they pull a face but with him he always gave everything. Messi had a harder time than Fabregas and Pique. The latter two were local lads. Fabregas, born just north of Barcelona in coastal town Vilassar de Mar was picked up aged 13 playing for Mataro. Pique’s grandfather Amador Bernabeu is a former vice-president of Barcelona.

But Messi signed as a 13-year-old from Argentina after doing enough in the first five minutes of his trial against boys three years older to convince Barcelona he was going to be something special in spite of his size. He was 4ft 6in when he turned up but eventually sprouted to 5ft 5in injecting himself with growth hormone treatment, paid for by the club every day until he was 15. “Just as the bright kids want to go to Harvard, Messi wanted to trial with Barça,” his dad Jorge once told me. Jorge, along with wife Celia and his three children, also came to live in Barcelona. Messi’s mum and siblings all had to return to Argentina shortly after he arrived. He was left with his dad in a strange city, and unable to even play, first because of injury and then because of paperwork problems.
Albert Benaiges (via ohmylordmessi)

lilfagbitch:

"We are all, everyone in this room, so fortunate."

FUCKING QUEEN. SHE UNDERSTANDS HER PRIVELAGE AND SHINES LIGHT ON LESS PRIVILEGED PEOPLE.

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.”

During this time in Barcelona much has changed, but the Captain is always the same! Eternal Puyol! Thank you!

During this time in Barcelona much has changed, but the Captain is always the same! Eternal Puyol! Thank you!

"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

Blocklava (via blocklava)
  1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

    2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

    3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it.

    4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

    5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

    6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

    7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

    8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

    9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

    10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

    11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

    12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

    14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

    15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

    16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness   (via inksandwordII

THIS IS PERFECT <3<3<3

lionelmeessi:

mesopotamianblues:

freekicks:

Dear international sports blogs, antiracism activists, and the Tumblr community at large,
While you were all busy whipping yourselves into a frenzy over rumors that Mario Balotelli was brought to tears by racist chants last week — rumors that have now been debunked by everyone from Balotelli’s family to Clarence Seedorf, his (black) coach at AC Milan — you missed a real incident of horrific racism. 
Meet Marcelo Vieira, vice-captain of Real Madrid and a consistent starter for the Brazilian national team. Last Wednesday, Marcelo was subjected to racists attacks by opposing fans after a match against Real Madrid’s crosstown rivals, Atlético Madrid — along with his four-year old son, Enzo.

Marcelo did not play in the game but joined a handful of team-mates in a warm-down session around 20 minutes afterwards. At that stage the only supporters left in the Santiago Bernabéu stadium were around 500 Atlético fans high in the north stand. As Marcelo ran towards them, they launched into monkey chants which were clearly audible in the virtually empty arena.Marcelo stopped immediately below the fans and, motionless, gazed up at them before contuining his exercise. They then chanted: “Marcelo is a monkey.” When Marcelo’s young son came out and hugged his father soon after, the chant changed to: “May your father die.” [x]

According to other reports, the crowd also chanted, “Marcelo is not your father,” a taunting reference to Enzo’s mixed heritage.
…Yes, you read that right: they racially abused and threatened a four-year old child.
Unlike the Balotelli speculation, what happened to Marcelo and Enzo was real; it’s been corroborated by eyewitness accounts, video footage, and Marcelo himself. But it has received a fraction of the coverage and the international outrage — because Balotelli is more famous than Marcelo, because Balotelli crying provides a more compelling visual than Marcelo hugging his son (although the photo of Balotelli that many outlets ran wasn’t even from the same match), and because it fits into a pattern of racism that Balotelli deals with on a regular basis.
But while antiracism isn’t a zero-sum game, sports journalism often is, especially with topics like racism that make people uncomfortable. Most fans don’t want to read about racism too often — even though this shit literally happens all the fucking time. So if you’re an editor, you pick the story that’s going to get you the most attention, with the catchiest visuals and the most famous name attached. And if it’s not true? Well, there’s always the next scoop.
Meanwhile, a bunch of dicks now have new ammunition for their argument that racism is all an invention of media sensationalism and political correctness run amuck. And this shit keeps happening.
So get your shit together, and do better.

Dani Alves, Brazilian player for FCBarcelona, has been chanted “moro moro” which means “monkey” for years during every game he has played at the Santiago Bernabeu. Not once, not twice, for YEARS. It has not even been mentioned by even Barca’s own fans.

this is the saddest thing i read today. whoever the victim is, racism is not ok 

lionelmeessi:

mesopotamianblues:

freekicks:

Dear international sports blogs, antiracism activists, and the Tumblr community at large,

While you were all busy whipping yourselves into a frenzy over rumors that Mario Balotelli was brought to tears by racist chants last week — rumors that have now been debunked by everyone from Balotelli’s family to Clarence Seedorf, his (black) coach at AC Milan — you missed a real incident of horrific racism. 

Meet Marcelo Vieira, vice-captain of Real Madrid and a consistent starter for the Brazilian national team. Last Wednesday, Marcelo was subjected to racists attacks by opposing fans after a match against Real Madrid’s crosstown rivals, Atlético Madrid — along with his four-year old son, Enzo.

Marcelo did not play in the game but joined a handful of team-mates in a warm-down session around 20 minutes afterwards. At that stage the only supporters left in the Santiago Bernabéu stadium were around 500 Atlético fans high in the north stand. As Marcelo ran towards them, they launched into monkey chants which were clearly audible in the virtually empty arena.

Marcelo stopped immediately below the fans and, motionless, gazed up at them before contuining his exercise. They then chanted: “Marcelo is a monkey.” When Marcelo’s young son came out and hugged his father soon after, the chant changed to: “May your father die.” [x]

According to other reports, the crowd also chanted, “Marcelo is not your father,” a taunting reference to Enzo’s mixed heritage.

…Yes, you read that right: they racially abused and threatened a four-year old child.

Unlike the Balotelli speculation, what happened to Marcelo and Enzo was real; it’s been corroborated by eyewitness accounts, video footage, and Marcelo himself. But it has received a fraction of the coverage and the international outrage — because Balotelli is more famous than Marcelo, because Balotelli crying provides a more compelling visual than Marcelo hugging his son (although the photo of Balotelli that many outlets ran wasn’t even from the same match), and because it fits into a pattern of racism that Balotelli deals with on a regular basis.

But while antiracism isn’t a zero-sum game, sports journalism often is, especially with topics like racism that make people uncomfortable. Most fans don’t want to read about racism too often — even though this shit literally happens all the fucking time. So if you’re an editor, you pick the story that’s going to get you the most attention, with the catchiest visuals and the most famous name attached. And if it’s not true? Well, there’s always the next scoop.

Meanwhile, a bunch of dicks now have new ammunition for their argument that racism is all an invention of media sensationalism and political correctness run amuck. And this shit keeps happening.

So get your shit together, and do better.

Dani Alves, Brazilian player for FCBarcelona, has been chanted “moro moro” which means “monkey” for years during every game he has played at the Santiago Bernabeu. Not once, not twice, for YEARS. It has not even been mentioned by even Barca’s own fans.

this is the saddest thing i read today. whoever the victim is, racism is not ok 

cocoastripper:

queer-punk:

WE NEED FEMINISM BECAUSE WHEN LANCE ARMSTRONG GOT CANCER AND LOST A TESTICLE IT WAS ALL ABOUT HIS HEALTH AND HOW INSPIRATIONAL HE WAS BUT WHEN ANGELINA JOLIE GETS A DOUBLE MASTECTOMY TO PREVENT HERSELF FROM GETTING CANCER, IT’S ALL ABOUT HOW SHE WON’T BE A SEX SYMBOL ANYMORE AND HOW MEN ARE OFFENDED CAUSE SHE WON’T BE AN OBJECT FOR THEM 

I’m pretty sure I reblog this already but this need to be reblog again

Possibly the greatest match I have played against my roommate. 65 Min 2-2. 92 Min 2-8. Of course I played with Barca.

Possibly the greatest match I have played against my roommate. 65 Min 2-2. 92 Min 2-8. Of course I played with Barca.


Being a girlfriend.

Being a girlfriend is not just about being beautiful and attractive for your guy. It’s not just about letting him chase you, letting him do sweet things every time you’re mad at him and not just receiving flowers and gifts during your anniversaries. It’s not about doing those girly things just to get his attention and not just about feeling mighty every time he did everything you want. It’s also being an emotional partner wherein you support him in every opportunity that he takes, you appreciate everything that he does for you and you thank him for doing it, you remind him on the things he must do and what he must not. Just because you know that you can always keep him on his feet, doesn’t mean you can manipulate him. You understand him not just as a partner but as individual too. you help him in every way showing him, that in a relationship, there’s no “I” or “you”, there’s only “we” and “us”. You know also that a man has their ego, and even when it become a little irritating sometimes, you still understand that it’s a part of his nature. A girlfriend is not just a term, it also has responsibilities that every girl must know. You’re a friend, a sister, a second mom, a teacher, and a best friend. 


Being a girlfriend.

Being a girlfriend is not just about being beautiful and attractive for your guy. It’s not just about letting him chase you, letting him do sweet things every time you’re mad at him and not just receiving flowers and gifts during your anniversaries. It’s not about doing those girly things just to get his attention and not just about feeling mighty every time he did everything you want. It’s also being an emotional partner wherein you support him in every opportunity that he takes, you appreciate everything that he does for you and you thank him for doing it, you remind him on the things he must do and what he must not. Just because you know that you can always keep him on his feet, doesn’t mean you can manipulate him. You understand him not just as a partner but as individual too. you help him in every way showing him, that in a relationship, there’s no “I” or “you”, there’s only “we” and “us”. You know also that a man has their ego, and even when it become a little irritating sometimes, you still understand that it’s a part of his nature. A girlfriend is not just a term, it also has responsibilities that every girl must know. You’re a friend, a sister, a second mom, a teacher, and a best friend.