this insane mf yelled again just to get me to come back outside and it worked GOODNIGHT

now why would you piss me off like that by sneaking it in during such a joyous time

Tracy Morgan is somewhere crying himself clean into a migraine headache with tears of pure joy and waiting to ride his private jet back to NYC just to cry in Mariska Hargitay's bob. Hopefully Ben Stiller will film it all.

update: he's never taking this off

and now Jalen Brunson must live on the altar, forever amen

Through every heartbreak. Through every season. This one’s for the Day Ones 💙🧡

go in the HHWHAAAAT 😭

definitely means there's going to be a baby boom in approximately nine months w/lots of Knick named children. so much sex over the next 24-48 hours. push it good & be safe, New York. 💙💦🧡

thank you but don't you wear those shorts above the knees again, were still recovering, sir.

do you know how much money Mamdani just saved on his next mayoral campaign by being able to tell New York City he delivered a Knicks championship, free childcare up to age five, filled potholes in mere weeks, and World Cup tickets before he spent six full months in office

Timmy may have quietly sacrificed his Oscar to the Hollywood underground studio gods for a Knicks championship, he will always have my respect

group of random guys in Knicks and World Cup jerseys yelling outside, yelled back "congratulations but shut the fuck up it's late", one yelled back "come shut me up, they all went ooooooo, then we stared at each other, he did the nod thing and we ended up kissing and hugging, fuck it he was cute, go sports LMAOOOOOO

everyone who lost someone they love looks for a sign when they're chasing a dream & Karl-Anthony Towns, now has one of the greatest signs of all time

LOOK WHAT IT MEANS TO JALEN & RICK BRUNSON 🥹

go New York, go New York, gooooooooooooooooooooo

Jalen Brunson got the kiss on the forehead from his dad, his teammate covered him like James Brown with the cape, and that man finally let himself feel the moment. Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, and well deserved.

congratulations to the New York Knicks, but a special congratulations to Mayor Zohran Mamdani who will definitely now be in office for the remainder of his natural life, Y'ALL DID IT SON

Scott Foster might need permanent security in NYC after Game 5 based on the footage

Architecture was better when the cocaine was clean and people prioritized spaces where they could stay up and talk all night

this is dark and grief-riddled, but I've always wanted to talk about it when I was strong enough: watching my father's soul and last breath leave his body was and will always be the most physically painful thing I have ever and will ever experience. it might sound weird, but my body ached from head to toe the entire time. like an electric migraine all over, but with the volume turned up to maximum level. everything hurt. nothing felt good. my senses felt dysfunctional. to this day, it still feels like it was the only way my body could express the intensity of seeing him leave. it was like the only way I could do something more hurtful and properly agonizing than crying. the grief of losing him didn't feel like tears were substantial enough. my body hurt like a motherf*cker and the thought of him watching supernaturally allowed me to move & function as I needed. you think of dying, but then you feel guilty for not staying alive to honor their existence. so you let the pain become a form of subconscious tribute. you learn to live with it, to make sure they know you still love them. and that pain lingered for months. never talked about it because people assumed it was exhaustion, deep grief, or sadness. but everything ached. everything felt sore, worn, and nothing brought relief... not even chemicals, sex, laughter, or the love or compassion of others. that sounds drastic, but it's the truth. around his death anniversary it returns, even when I try to avoid it and it being years later. the pain never went away, just learned how to manage it with new routines, distractions, and coping mechanisms. but when I allow myself to really miss him.. and I mean fully miss everything about life with him, that pain returns exactly as it arrived and my body remembers.