#highschoolnostalgia

[brooklynsoul61]

Scenes from career day @msgrscanlanhs This was a wonderful experience and made me so grateful to my art teachers Sr. Elizabeth and Sr. Anne-wish they were here today. Was also so cool to sit at desk and stare out the window like I did in the 70’s... daydreaming of a day like this. #artistsoninstagram #Careerday #Mentoring #Teachingartist #highschoolnostalgia #retromoment #nancyrodrigoart #highschool # (at Monsignor Scanlan High School) https://www.instagram.com/brooklynsoul61/p/BwV3o2LlQby/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11g9th9u2lwon

[rikkithemermaid]

cause nothing feels like home

[whirlwinding-blog]

If I Ever Grow Up

I have kept my journals from high school. They fill my drawers. Dusty and smoked, the pages crinkle with a sigh as I turn each page. I am revisited by past lovers, friends, and troubles. I am sixteen again, crying on a carpeted floor with a pile of tissues beside me, with a pen in my hand and my almost illegible handwriting on the page. I want to cry for me, for her. Cry for the girl I once knew, with the chipped yellow nail polish, the blue mascara and braced teeth. I want to laugh at the irony of “forever alone, sad or bitter”, and the “relationship that defined love”. I want to yell at the boys for making me go through that. I want to thank the boys for making me go through that. When I read my old words, I am old. For I am no longer sixteen, and while I may know this girl very well, this little fool of a child, I am not her. These words now are mine, and in the next fifteen years, I will barely recognize myself in them again. Even now I am in a relationship that defines love, and I love nothing more than being that fool.