sydsofia13
sydsofia13
writer of that one really sad woso story
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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Going to be at 10pm, waking up at 1am, watching the game, and then going back to sleep at 3am to wake up for 7am… commitment. what can i say?
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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Ready for a new story!!
thanks queen!! me too <3
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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you're on your own, kid - out now
After being recruited by Wolfsburg after the 2019 World Cup, Mila Bakker was determined to become the best forward of her age. After being named the Young Player of the Tournament, there was no doubt that she was on her way, with the Dutch, right-winger becoming a staple within not just the national team but also the highly competitive Wolfsburg squad.
In 2020, after the disrupted season that left Mila questioning almost everything, new faces joined the Wolfsburg team, including German midfielder, Lena Oberdorf. With Mila's larger-than-life personality and Lena's down-to-earth spirit, both players found an unlikely friendship, despite the light bickering, and when Germany once again shut down, the two found themselves as roommates, trying to survive the lockdown together. With Mila always sneaking around the rules, and Lena having to come to her rescue more often than not, tensions began to brew between the two.
At the national team, Mila's long-time best friend, Jill Roord, was dealing with her own problems, and after two seasons at Arsenal, she returned to Germany, to play alongside her best friend and Dutch teammate, meeting someone unexpected along the way.
Yet, despite Mila's ever-giving love and compassion, there are pains that lie within her past. There are childhood hurts that are present throughout her adult life. After leaving her home country forever, and seeing her family ripped apart in front of her eyes, Mila's trust in others is never too strong. The love she has always seems to fail her. The heart others give, she can never give back.
And it takes one determined person to help bring her out of that.
You're On Your Own, Kid is the final installment of the Swiftly Pitched series, representing that it is important to depend on those who love you and that the friends you hold dearest may always bring surprises.
The Story of Mila Bakker in the Swiftly Pitched Series
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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VIVE L’AUSTRALIE HOW ARE WE FEELING
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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absolute cuties
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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Lmfao😂 she has a point
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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Us all on Saturday having to supporting Barcelona so we don’t have to spent our usual awful preseason trying to qualify for uwcl
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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admin now that m and p can’t be the lgbtq diversity in media
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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noah kahan put the pen down. pleasse noah. i aint proud of all the punches that ive thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. okayyy that's enough now. for the shame of being young drunk and alone. ENOUHG. i gave your name as my emergency phone call honey it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up i dial drunk ill die a drunk id die for you. STOP IT
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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no one talk to me
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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NO ONE SPEAK TO ME
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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family photo 🤩
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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❤️❤️❤️and same to u!!
Carrying WOSO Wattpad!!! Any recommendations?
thank you for that <33
anything by sydsofia13 — she’s lovely
also ‘looks can be deceiving’ by mapi’s girl is one of my favs
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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poem #2
I want to be seen, but I don’t want attention.
I want to be heard, but I don’t want to be loud. 
I want to be spoken to, but I don’t want to be overwhelmed. 
There’s a fine balance. There always has been.
A bit of both, but not too much of one, and not too little of the other.
Is that so hard? 
Life’s balance comes in twos. Hear and speak. Talk and respond. Smile and laugh. Chuckle and grin. 
It's six of one, and half a dozen of the other. 
Why is that so hard? 
I used to be loud.
“You talk too much.” “You shout all the time.” “Lower your voice.”
So I stopped. 
“Why do you never speak?” “Where are your opinions?” “Come on, give me something.” Did I need to find the balance? Is it still even about balance?
I’m not sure. 
Maybe I don’t need the balance, but the world. 
The global earth is filled with inequalities: I talk too much? What about the politicians who talk too little? 
Men don’t speak too much? Then why can’t women speak on their bodies?
Christians love everyone? Then why can’t queer people love?
The police are good people? Why do black kids get shot for no god damn fucking reason? 
This world is about balance. But the balance isn’t found in a single, but a collective. 
The balance is found within more than just your person. 
You can speak. You can listen. You can be heard. 
Because you are the balance. You help even the scale, as currently, it's tipping too far over the edge to come even close to being saved. 
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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Chelsea UEFA Women’s Champions League journey strap booked!
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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we love couples who hard launch via their national team docos
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sydsofia13 · 2 years ago
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‘One. Two. Three. Breathe. One. Two. Three. Breathe. Count the laces. Count the knuckles. Count the numbers. One. Two. Three. I’m trying. Ignore the thoughts. Ignore the intrusions. I’m trying. But, God. One. Two. Three. Counting. Counting. Thinking. Breathing. Living. Sometimes it gets too hard. Sometimes, my brain doesn’t slow but my body does. My brain works faster than my body ever could. But, I promise, I’m trying. I’ve always been trying.’
This Is Me Trying… Coming soon
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