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jlinsanity:

Mitch Kupchak & the Los Angeles Lakers formally introduce Jeremy Lin to the team. 6/24/14.

Mitch Kupchak opens the presser by talking about how LAL have tried to acquire Jeremy twice in the past. Happy it worked out this time.

Jeremy Lin: "I’m just really excited to be part of this organization. For me I’m viewing it as a fresh start, back in the state of California.

I’ve had the opportunity to play with a few really good players… now Kobe. I think I’ll be able to learn a lot. I’m just excited.”

On wearing #17 again: "Xavier Henry had 7 here. 17 has been a special number to me. I wore it in the D-League w/ the Reno Big Horns & in New York."

Lin on his reception upon being traded: “Was all red Rockets & the day I went back to Asia it was all yellow. I thought “wow that was fast.”

The thing Lin most appreciates about Nash: his footwork & the angles he takes. “You can’t really appreciate it until you guard him….I can’t wait. I remember when he as in Phoenix & was 20 & 10 every night. I can’t wait to learn from him.”


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新的球隊,新的號碼,新的開始!


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distraction:

castielspastrymishap:

lovelikewoe:

promisesnevertobekept:

gabbygirlw17:

221cbakerstreet:

insomniac—thoughts:

Favorite Titanic scenes: “So, you wanna go to a real party?”

Plot Twist: It’s a Gatsby party. 

both ways he ends up dead in the water

and doesn’t get the girl

Or an oscar.

Somehow we always end up here

omg


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n-e-v-e-r-r-e-g-r-e-t:

flameddevil:

this gotta be the best comment in a youtube video ever. 

someone give this person a medal omg 


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Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Aristotle


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leavemeincali:

breaannnnaa:

everythingbuteverything:

"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

This destroys me every time

holy fuck

This will always be my favorite


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retro-nba:

2000

retro-nba:

2000


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