[thingsthinkthought]

Being in your thirties is like going through your teenage years again

It is recognising my flaws and realising where they stemmed from

It is accepting how I will never be anyone’s favourite and first choice and I have to choose myself consistently

It is exhausting

[thingsthinkthought]

Karma is indeed, real

[littlemissbratty]

Stop making yourself small, there is someone out there waiting to love you as you are.

Just wait.

[thingsthinkthought]

For real?

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

Like a new friend!

[thingsthinkthought]

You won’t always be someone’s choice

So you have to choose yourself. Always

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[thingsthinkthought]

Thank you Tumblr for putting this into words, again

To all of us who lost a best friend 🥃

[thingsthinkthought]

Forgot all about this but Tumblr is a diary

The friend whom I lost, then kinda reconnected with, then lost - for good. As in, dead.

A lot changed while we were apart and the her I reconnected with was not her anymore. Her eyes no longer shine bright and life seems to be just a passing of motions

Maybe I will never find out what really happened

Why were you 6 hours away from home

Why were you “unidentified”

What led to all those changes in you, what did you go through

Maybe we were further apart than I thought, and we can never make up for those lost years. Not anymore anyway

I keep your phone no. saved, and it told me you are 33. But you will forever be 32

[rawrda]

This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything

[triplemoonascension]

[kiboou]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CaZvnQchON_/

[kushblazer666]

[thingsthinkthought]

Dear Hollywood studios, would you please give us subtitled screeners instead of the awfully clean ones we get now 😭

Every screening is just me pausing here and there to check on the script 😭😭😭

[like-fairy-tales]

[ceruleansoleil]

Source

[estelle-sim]

Tomorrow (MBC, 2022)

Lee Soo-hyuk as Park Joong-gil

[thingsthinkthought]

Not exactly what I have in mind when I was hoping for emo Hyuksoo in 2021 but what is more emo than a grim reaper 😂

Parts of this teaser reminds me of Supernatural but I am trying to separate them to watch this fairly when it arrives. 25 March, see you soon Joonggil oppar!

[thingsthinkthought]

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Part of my work includes screening content that our clients booked and this was one of the titles I screened recently. And left me crying my eyes out in the office.

I grew up on Supernatural rather than Ghostbusters and my knowledge of it was the bare minimum

"... Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!"

And the parody Ghostfacers on Spn

Anyway, Ghostbusters: Afterlife. Watch it.

[thingsthinkthought]

Drowning in the sea of labels that is our client's audio playlist today and a quick social media break later...

BIG BANG IS COMING BACK IN SPRING

Welcome back my boys 🙆🏻‍♀️

[thingsworthsaving]

“As far as words go, ‘crying’ is louder and 'weeping’ is wetter. When people explain the difference between the two to English-language learners they say that weeping is more formal, can sound archaic in everyday speech. You can hear this in their past tenses—the plainness of 'cried’, the velvet cloak of 'wept’. I remember arguing once with a teacher who insisted 'dreamt’ was incorrect, dreamed the only proper option. She was wrong, of course, in both philological and moral ways, and ever since I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there, a quiet completion, of which ’d’ has never dreamt.”

— Heather Christle, from The Crying Book

[thingsthinkthought]

The thing about languages, you make their meaning

[mashitda]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CZbtNSIpf6U/