AHA! Here it is!
Y’ALL!
YES, YES, THAT MOST CERTAINLY WAS SEXY. YOU ARE SEXY. I LIKE YOUR SEXY. COME BE SEXY IN CLOSER PROXIMITY TO ME. AND MY BED.
(via clarissehadwalkedhere)
Terracotta.
I got my last high school yearbook today. Finally, my picture and name are not smooshed 36 to a page. And I get a couple square centimeters for a quote. As a freshman, being a senior seemed so intimidating a task. So honorable as well. I guess when it’s all said and done, it really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
The senior picture drape was only a poncho, and I’m pretty sure I just wore running shorts underneath. Being president of this and representing the school for that is exciting maybe the first one or two times, but then it integrates into reality. Things to get done, data that isn’t perfect. I used to practice my presentations out loud the night before, but now I click through the slides a couple minutes beforehand and go. SATs and APs were the ultimate test of a year or more’s hard work. I learned micro/macro Econ within the week of APs. I thought I’d make sure any submission to Conrad or NASA or anything that sounded legit would be edited and proofread and flawless by the time the deadline came around. Truth is, projects and ideas are ever-changing, up until the last minute.
The thing I haven’t done yet is walk across that stage on Watts Lawn, obtain a piece if paper that somehow qualifies me as a somewhat educated citizen. Turned that tassel, tossed that mortarboard. I hope that feels as great as I’ve always imagined it would.
Or maybe everything is like the Terracotta warriors, who appear intimidating but may not fight half as gracefully as they stand.
This post filled me with so much suspense as I tried to foresee how the heck Terracotta would be included.
I was on the edge of my seat for the whole ride.
Then it hit me, like a non-Terracotta warrior, who can do that sort of thing.
Very true post though.
This is awesome.
okay, WHO WANTS TO PLAY THIS WITH ME?
(Source: halliebadger, via thankfulforourinfinity)
I Keep Seeing Avatar
Accompanied by what I can only describe as inane nostalgia gone wrong.
“WHAT ARE ALL THESE FEELS”
“I’M GOING TO GO CRY NOW”
“OMIGOD MY CHILDHOOD BRB ANGSTING”
…
You guys are seriously doing remembrance wrong. I’m sure the entirety of the Avatar cast would facepalm and headdesk simultaneously at your poorly directed drama.
The lifeblood of a series that provides one with a childhood is joy, spirit, hope, and an assortment of positive enforcement that hardship can be overcome. Remembering such messages should only give you strength. And if remembering is moving to you, then let yourself be moved.
But seriously don’t go breaking down all over the internet it’s rather childish and awful.
However young you were when you watched it, that younger self of yours would probably be reprimanding you. Why all the drama over such an excellent show? IT WAS GOOD DAMMIT YOU DON’T CRY OVER GOOD THINGS.
I remember shows too. Watching Noitamina shows means all of them have ended. Watching Noitamina shows also means nearly every single one had beautiful plot twists coupled with heart-wrenching characters with a variety of deep and insightful messages…and not a single one of those shows fills me with these ridiculous versions of feelings that have you guys capslocking my retinas.
I sincerely hope this drama is only existent here, online, because I shudder to think that any franchise that once generated joy now generates destructive nostalgia.
Grow up. Apply the joy then to the life you have now.
Don’t apply the crappiness now to everything else and then bawl about.
You’re dehydrating yourselves. Or at least depriving yourselves of calories, if you’re the sort to reminisce sadly, somberly, but without tears.
