#mem'ries

[dearly]

for an 8 year old shirt it's held up pretty well despite its dust attraction

[silvermalkin]

Props to me as a 7th grader, saying things like ‘cool’ and showing off to my friends how spots in my vision are gone and half of my arm is numb instead of freaking tf out over my first migraine.

[unwantedprincess-blog1]

I’ve been thinking lately, “what did I do to deserve my friends?”. Hanggang ngayon, di ko parin masagutan. Napapaisip talaga ako kung bakit nila ako tanggap despite my attitude, my old habits, and more undesirable things about me. Sa aming magkakaibigan, I’m the ‘bad girl’. Bad girl since 2002? Hell yeah. I cut classes when I was grade 1, burned the hair of my kuya’s friend wheh i was in pre-school, had my first fist fight when I was grade 1, punched my kuya’s classmate’s face when I was grade 3, been to a lot of cat fights when I was grade 3, illegally painted benches red at the park when I was grade 5, started having bad habits when I was grade 6 (up until now, still have those), cut classes and bullied classmates, and brought alcohol to school when I was grade 7, made lower years cry, got into a fight, and got into a lot of issues when I was grade 8. Yeah, that’s just a few. So tell me, how did I deserve such beautiful, smart, nice friends?

[hercrypticwords]

Funny how I’ve told to myself that I’ve moved on, but every once in a while, I still find myself in the middle of the night, thinking of you. How did we get here? Why did I not stop myself from falling when I know that I will only be hurt? You’re a good friend. Yes, indeed. But not a good man to love. In fact, you’re not yet a man. You’re still some random guy who would treat any women the same. And don’t tell me that I’m wrong again this time. Because if you’re a man already, you won’t leave me with a sad story. A real man is responsible enough to accept his mistakes. A real man knows what he’s doing and he makes sure that when he loves a girl, he would not do it, just for fun. 

[donnys-boy]

I ran this TMP prompt for the exclusive purpose of getting “Applejack and Pinkie Pie bake together and probably make out with one another” stories, and only Rawtooth wrote any ApplePie for me. (Only Rawtooth loved me.)

[tea-and-liminality]

I feel vaguely like I should be watching... Antiques Roadshow.

1/1/2015

[scrupez]

Aww, I'm now remembering the time I discovered the A&J radio shows. I was ill and turned on 6 music and there was this best of compilation thing. Laughed my arse off and instantly fell in love (I mostly remember the Mama Mia bit and the not-so-chill chill cake). The year after, in 2010, I went to London to see a BUG show and met up with some of the squadron (including the lovely Roo, of Paul McCartney falling into a baked potato fame) and went out for dinner in Chinatown with two of them.  Oh, I miss those days of waking up early on saturday (often after very little sleep) and chatting to TwitSquadron.  *wipes tear from eye*

[donnys-boy]

alexanderkrizak replied to your post:True Confessions with Donny:

Wait, wasn’t that the entire point of TMP, getting people to write things we wanted to read?

Officially, the point of TMP was to inspire people to write every day and to become better writers.

Unofficially, the point of TMP was to get stories about our favored pony ships. Or pony death. OR SOMETIMES BOTH (PIGGY, THIS MEANS YOU).