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@n-o-worries
Itâs strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly youâre sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and youâre watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And youâre thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now itâs just a time bomb ticking out. And itâs sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
Beau Taplin (via hplyrikz)
When thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
This is so important. - via thequoteuniverse (via carteir)
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(via aleiaell)
You know youâre in love when literally everything reminds you of that person. A song, a smell, a laugh, or even the weather will make that person come to mind. I canât deny that every time something or someone reminds me of you, I fall more in love with you each time.
(via preach-love)
I canât say loving you was easy. I canât say it was easy like itâs easy to miss the sun during the winter and it wasnât easy like loving the way leaves turn color in the fall. Loving you was so hard â but nothing, nothing, could compare to losing you. When you left my life it felt like you branded every inch of my heart with a different memory and then blew it to pieces. It felt like I had pieces of my obliterated heart just floating through my blood stream, and randomly - for no reason at all- some memory would make its way to my head and play behind my eyes like a movie screen. I wasnât even sure if I wanted to make it stop. Those unscheduled movie showings made my day when you left. Every single day. The worst part - the absolute worst part of it all, though, was that if you had told me you wanted me back - if you had decided that suddenly my love was enough? Well. I wouldâve dropped to my knees and stuck tape between my teeth and pieced every inch of my heart back together for you. I wouldâve shoved my heart back into your arms and asked with tears in my eyes- God, please, please, make it better. I couldnât bear to live my life through a movie that I didnât know how to play the part for anymore.
A Dedication to the Way You Tore Me to Pieces (via extracold)
a 90âs kid? donât you mean sad adult?
70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves
There is nothing to defend
#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly âsimplerâ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)
This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.
Oh my god
Just to add onto that, our childhood wasnât even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.
Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of âwork hard, go to college, and youâll have a successful life,â only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.
So 90s kids arenât just nostalgicâŚweâre BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.
Every time someone adds to this i have to reblog.
No to mention, every attempt made to try to recreate the things in our childhood gets ruined. The crappy remakes are just a reminder of how good it really was in the past. Kids today only see and are enjoying the shitty versions of our happy moments.
@fuckyeah1990s
I kept thinking I was the only one feeling like this. I thought it was just me who was too naive. Iâm so happy I found this post!
I miss actually playing outside
i miss my childhood.
hey how is everyone? are u all ok? I hope u havenât cried in a bathroom in the last 24 hours, but if u have, itâs going to be all right
thing: *happens* me: literally dO NOT
Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs all the blood in the sink. Itâs the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didnât love her anymore. Itâs the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldnât handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you canât fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs that I do.
Itâs not that I donât love you. Â Â (via itcuddles)
