wow i am ridiculously lonely
writing a story about two extremely close friends seems positively masochistic when i’m this starved for close friends to hang out with
May 2012
okay i dont know if tumblr is being weird or not but tegan here you go my email and my facebook
anyone else i mutually follow also just add me on facebook i consider you my friends really
i’ll always remember peyton as the girl who brought her pet corn to school
t1nk:
It funny how parents can be rude to their children and give them the silent treatment but the children can not do the same.
We’ve been raised by Hippocrates.
“go to your room you little dick”
I’m not very good-looking or anything, but I get away with stuff by being cute. I don’t even really know exactly what it is. I have little amused half-smiles and the best puppy-dog eyes in the world. I don’t personally really like the idea of being cute. I always kinda wanted to be more, well, dashing. Suave and sophisticated. But as it is, being cute is so much of my MO. It’s a nice part of life. I’m pretty terrified of getting old, because then when you’re sixty and you smile at someone and strike up a conversation even if you’re very earnest and stumble over your words a little and can be comfortable and charming it’s not the same as being nineteen and doing the same, if you talk to people or say something very nice it seems like it’s something odd. Or creepy. I’d hate that. I guess it’s sad that society or whatever marginalizes old people like that, but I don’t want to be an artifact in a finite amount of time, the thought scares me.
If time is just another dimension of the universe then somewhere along I’m there with no more time to fulfill any unfulfilled dreams and in no state to live all these wonderful, exhilarating things out of novels and movies and not surrounded by beautiful people and beautiful things and the latency of all those things I could potentially do, thinking about it that way really scares me. It feels too close, like it’s all rushing in, even like it’s all right there. When the thought enters my head I can’t stop thinking about it, thinking about a time in the future in which I can’t slip into any of hundreds of little moments from books and films and the great romantic cliché catalogue of the greater social consciousness with someone and keep on feeling the sheer aliveness of travelling at will between so many universes. Every little moment a step into and through the wardrobe, a world full of possibilities like so many invisible secret passageways you could take someone’s hand and walk into for a while.
Jade was the same. She hated the thought of growing up. ‘When you grow up your heart dies’, she’d say quoting The Breakfast Club. ‘You realize how we’re all so nostalgic towards the 60s, the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and all those so many people that so strongly believed in changing things for the better?’, she told me as we lay in bed on a warm afternoon, listening to Don McLean define the very generation she was speaking of. ‘We weren’t even born then but we’re so nostalgic for it, but you know where those idealistic college kids are now? They’re out there grumbling about how entitled kids are nowadays for protesting against student loans and crazy college fees. For protesting. They’re voting for Rick Santorum. I don’t want that to ever happen to me.’
Finally after a very long time got the idea for my next story through feeling creative again after reading The Fault In Our Stars and then being inspired by a mixture of things from One Day to L’Amore E Femmina to a girl I saw on Tumblr to #Impossibly Pretty Edu Tute Redhead. Jade here isn’t a love interest though, she’s a fiercely close best friend and the whole book is mostly about her and that friendship. I’ll put up more bits if I like a passage from the writing stand-alone enough to.
“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
—Mark Twain (via blua)
demolitiondoll replied to your post: WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A WEIRD THING TO SING OUT…
Come to my school. Come to my school. The worst thing that could happen would be a teacher joining in.
Can the teacher sing though
Can the teacher sing in Italian
Though well it being Sweden I assume you all can sing along to Sweden’s greatest export, which is good enough.
