#ugh nostalgia

[mythoughtsxxblog]

Queen Eve Torres came to Cena’s last match 😭

[suvarnarekha]

yearning the days of watching oswald and vinnie's wholesome adventures while sipping on orange flavoured glucon-d in the summer vacations all the while your holiday homework lies forgotten in your hanna montana school bag 🦋

[vio-lenceee]

ressurecting my tumblr account just in case. i loved tumblr. my teenage years are buried here mocking is fun

[seung-scrittore]

[iloveskies]

it's so weird how childhood memories stay forever it's one of my childhood best friend's birthday today and we haven't spoken in like a decade but I remember every year and wish I could wish her but I have no way to contact her anymore. and yet the memory remains like a whisper all day

[mourals]

Something I miss about childhood is passing ur friend a note in class. Literally nothing was more exiting than that when ur 7

[angelbabymikaa]

Do you do the 7 fishes thing for Christmas?

yeah i did !!! every christmas eve we’d go to my aunts house and they’d cook for like three days in preparation for it. i wasn’t the biggest fan of fish when i was younger so i didn’t really eat all seven of them but yeah 🥹

[headofocs-inklesspen]

I honestly think my brother regrets asking me about my signature and where it was hiding in my high school theater shop. Because his one question of “I’m in tech this year. There’s a lot of names of former students just everywhere on the walls and floor. Where’s yours?” Has turned into a whole scavenger hunt of “well mine was by the dressing rooms but try to find so-and-so who wrote his way up hidden by the ceiling. Oh and see if “tech boi’s ‘19” is still up. Oh and find our senior advice boards, when you graduated when I was a student you got to pick a piece of scrap wood to write out a message for future theater kids and hang it on the classroom walls, I really hope the new theater teacher didn’t get rid of them- it was like a right of passage to get to pass down what our department meant to us”.

Like I’m so glad he took my advice and signed up for theater tech, especially since he really likes it so far but I don’t think he realized until now just how much my high school department meant to me. For him tech is an easy construction class that lets him destress with the fun Easter egg challenge of pointing my name out in the scrawled sea of former students and telling his friends “hey there’s my dumb sister who was once an assistant director for a show her senior year” but for me, theater gave me a place to go where even when I felt like the odd one out at least I could go sit in the rooms and remind myself that I belonged somewhere and would leave an imprint of who I was at that point in time.