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Since ashton didnt caption the picture i feel like this should do it 😂😂😂😂
I love that 5SOS use tumblr regularly, it's so exciting getting online and seeing that they are tumbling at the same time that I am tumbling
It Just Takes Some Time, Little Girl You’re In The Middle
When you aren’t yet a woman and you aren’t a girl, you find yourself in this odd limbo between these two phases of life. A crossroads. A divide, where you must choose your direction. Everyone here has either been there, known someone who has been or is there, or will be there in time.
What follows are some musings from my inner monologue concerning things and behaviors which I have come to notice about myself that my be holding me in the middle of this divide like crazy glue holds noodles in the shape of a mangled self portrait, or a black binder clip holds important documents together.
I feel that I have the behaviors of a grown woman (paying my bills, working, establishing my place in the world) but I still find myself clinging onto some sort of semblance of my girlhood. Mainly, these girlish tendencies come in the form of fangirling. That is right, I said it. I admit it. I am a twentysomething who still fangirls over pop punk rockers like 5 Seconds of Summer. I can’t help myself. Its the people on the internet that help me perpetuate this addiction. I just cant stop myself. Every time my phone lights up with a twitter notification from 5sostumblrx or any of the boys (see, I even call them the boys, like I actually know them...*mentally slaps self*) my stomach turns into the floor routine during a gymnastics competition: tumbling, turning, and rarely sticking the landing. I get so excited and so invested in their lives that I genuinely feel like I know and can somehow understand them and analyze their life choices. Don’t get me wrong, when I first discovered them in 2012 I was totally in it for their music and I still am wholeheartedly a fan of the music that they are sharing with us. But it has also gotten to a point where I am starting to see myself sliding back into the derpy high school me that obsesses over people I have never met and spends time thinking about and tracking the lives of people hundreds of miles away from me instead of the people who are with me right now. I do not know them personally. I have no right to be angry or saddened by a choice that any one of them has made because it is not my life to critique. They are a band that at the deepest of their existence, just wants to put music out into the world that will make people happy and give young people hope. I believe that they have done that and I believe that as much fun as it is having a crush and daydreaming up scenarios where I meet a certain brown eyed bassist, the best respect that I can pay them is respecting their music first. Along with that comes realizing that as much as I think I know them and know what they would be like in person, I don’t know the first thing about them. The media does a really great job of paining the picture that they want you to see (both positively and negatively), so what I have created in my head is not nearly close to encompassing all or any of the quirks and beautiful imperfections that comes with getting to know them.
Putting all of this into words is scary for me because it is admitting and recognizing that I have a problem and that I need to take a couple steps and a few large leaps back into reality. But I think I am making the right moves towards progress.
Diagnosis: Frequent Fangirling Episodes (FFE) : A nerological, visceral, and cardiovascular reaction at the sight or sound of any 5sos (or the band of your choice) related tweet, vine, update, instagram, or what have you.
Recommended Course of Action: Limit twitter stalking of a certain band and its members. Listen to music first with a deep respect for the lyrical messages and clever insertions and melodic harmony of the composition.