nyr-hockeymakesmehorny:

my goalie models on the side. 

not my goalie…not even close…but yum.

(Source: violentdeke, via fuckyeahhockeyguysinsuits)

fuckyeahhockeyguysinsuits:

Zach Parise

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

fuckyeahhockeyguysinsuits:

Marty Brodeur

fuckyeahhockeyguysinsuits:

Marty Brodeur

gnomebomb:

I have to stand up for myself, by myself

gnomebomb:

She and I were standing there a few feet from the edge of the roof.  She had just remarked about our height above the streets and sidewalks of New York (we were on the 21st floor), and I mentioned something of fear.  It was a sort of strange thing, but between my words trailing off and her response, I found myself walking closer to the edge until my toes hung off the concrete.  Then I stuck my head out ahead of my body and peered down. confused, she asked from behind me, “what are you doing?”  I suddenly shifted my weight backwards and took a step away from the edge - realizing, I didn’t trust my balance,  I didn’t trust the wind, and I couldn’t trust her not to push.

gnomebomb:

I sat there thinking of what I could say to him, “have you caught anything yet?”  ”what bait are you using?”  ”A bit cold out today, right?”  

Unable to find the correct opening, I begun to imagine the man worrying how strange it was to see a gnome sitting beside him, and I worried the opportunity for connection, for friendship had been lost in a few minutes of silence.  Surely too much time had passed for a friendly comment about the weather or his daily fishing.  Finally, having stood up and left the man, I thought about how he may come to that bench everyday and hope for stranger to become a friend.  We were both fishing, I for friendship, he perhaps only for dinner.  I hope his hook did not end as empty as mine.