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thank you, 2022.
thank you for fanny and vanessa and sunday soup with the flatties and wednesday movie night and dearest camus. but not to the de spo tenten tum. so many memories, and so many brightlit flash photography at that, will remind me of you, and i shall never regret it.
thank you to amos. my moomin, my love, my future and mindsoother. every second spent with you fills me with such happiness that i could feast (hobbit-sized feast) a lifetime on a single moment. how lucky we are that we'll have a lifetime of moments together too. for you alone i'd do maths: 100 daisies, times 10, at least that, and then some.
thank you, 2022. for making even the cynic in me a little mushie.
(september to december)
pt3/end
2022, thank you.
thank you for tristan. gosh, yes, thank you for tristan who twirls me like a cauliflower and rides all waves of spontaneity with me like the surfer-turned-greaser he is. to rock'n'roll, my friend. and plum-filled onigiri.
THANK YOU FOR THIS SUMMER. emi emi emi my beloved emi! thank you for existing and reading and playing and watching and dancing with me!
thank you, thank you, thank you for the summer of dreams. summer of wine, laughter and, oh, oh no, can you hear him??? HE'S STILL FEELING LIKE A LITTLE KID!! THAT'S HIS CANE!!! D U C K
(june - august)
pt2
2022, thank you.
thank you for a start amongst the type of friends who know the words to this one queen song.
thank you for even the weirdest of flatmates. even long after we're gone, our bobo bo bobo days laughter will sound in these walls.
thank you for friends found and forgotten too soon.
thank you for mor in new york standing by me even when i was soooo whiny bc of a cold. i especially loved when my voice was gone during the break in our broadway show, and we still managed to gossip about the karens and dads around us -- in sign language.
and thank you, of course, for the gorgeous town i live in, with all these fleeting yet gorgeous faces i encounter each day, where i glisten with pride whenever i bring someone to the mountain top with the towered heart.
(january to april)
p1/3
2020
2020 was shit, we get it. nevertheless (glück im unglück, as we say in german) i was lucky. i had a home to go back to, not having to worry about money. i had online classes, not having to worry about getting sick. and i had marvellous friends around me who were all willing to wear masks or quarantine with me. and for that i couldn’t be more grateful. even if travelling was restricted, which is my greatest joy in life, i feel like i still saw the world, thanks to them.
2019
I was going to do something like “top 12 selfies of 2019″ to commemorate the year. But as I was scrolling through the pictures I took in 2019, I found myself terribly uninterested in the selfies I’d taken, even the silly ones, even the pretty ones. What caught my eye instead, caught my heart, were the pictures I had taken of my friends. Of the beautiful people I met and learnt to love over the course of this year. Not the smiles in my selfies interested me, but the humans who caused those smiles.
So I decided, to raise a glass to the end of this year, to the end of this decade, I would take their images and let their faces tell the story of this marvellous year. So that one day I could look back onto this post and be reminded of the love that exiled all darkness from my mind. To perhaps never forget that I am fortunate in the most magnificent way one can be.
i’m sure i’ve missed a few things, but i can’t stand to look at it any longer. i present to you: the good, the bad, and the ugly of tumblr throughout the decade
Happy birthday, Jey! Have a nice day!
Also you, having one!
herzlichen gluckwunsch zum geburtstag!! !!!!
awww dankeee
someone please make a meme masterpost of every tumblr meme ever
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Memes/Tumblr
it doesn’t have all of them but it has a lot of them
this is so surreal honestly its like traveling through time
i dont like this
perks on having me on snapchat: i might send u my songs drawbacks on having me on snapchat: i might send u my songs. all of them. in ten second videos
Winnie the Pooh quotes make me cry.
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”
“I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true”
“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,“ said Pooh. “There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Pooh answered.
“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.”
“Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.”
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
best ones from Thomas Sanders’ Narrating People’s Lives.
Thomas Sanders has come to this planet with only one purpose: to be the Viner King and ban every other crusty mayo sexist/homophobic/racist etc viner that literally no one needs in their lives
He is truly a blessing
He’s so awesome
these are so lovely, screw those pranks that hurt people’s feelings, these are the kind of pranks i like to see
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.
(via fauthist)