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#i miss my childhood
neednostalgia · 10 months
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amys-books27 · 6 months
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The first time I watched Miraculous I was maybe the same age as Manon, maybe a little older, but still younger than Marinette and Adrien, and now I'm getting older than them, I just can't. I want to go back to when all I did was see theories about what would happen next and I got super excited every time they announced something
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chocolatebageltje · 5 months
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Can a neurodivergent icon from the Neopets fandom please come infodump @ me to inform me how to get back into it circa 2023
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ur-dad-satan · 30 days
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I'm gonna fail my math class for the semester 🤭😜🤣🤩
In other news, my One Direction obsession is slowly coming back. I blame Zayn for literally singing Right Now (one of their best songs imo) and all of them (minus Hershel, obviously) being hella active on socials. I love that Niall and Louis are both touring this year and Zayn and Liam both dropped a song recently. I'm clowning and I miss the days when 1D were my only worries
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iwillstopcrying · 7 months
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Ever since you left, I’ve been waiting for you.
It’s been one, two, three years, the time passes indefinitely. I’ve dedicated many poems to you, but nothing feels enough. Someday, I’ll write a book for you, I'll read it to you when we next meet. I'll smile and place it in your tired hands, and tell you this is what I’ve been doing, this is what my mind has been crafting since the moment you left. This is my gift to you, it’s ugly and confusing. This is what your absence has created.
When we talk, I’ll tell you this gift is what I've spent my lifetime achieving, and ask you what your lifetime was meant to give me. I’ll tell you, all 12 year old me was given from you was grief.
You’ll tell me that I was angry at you, so angry, and you didn’t know how to calm me down. You’ll tell me it burnt holes in our throats. I’ll scoff in your face. I’ll tell you, of course I was, I learnt it from you! You left a child with something heavier than anything their soul had heard of. You let your child hurt because you didn’t have it in you to learn how to be a father.
You’ll tell me I would never have written that book if you’d stayed. I’ll say it’s a mess, it makes no sense. You’ll look at me and say that I don’t either, and it’s okay, because I’m still beautiful.
I’ll tell you, if that was the case, why would you have left. I’ll tell you, you were too weak to even say you loved me. You’ll look at me with your soft eyes and your soft words, you’ll tell me I was too. We’ll hold the silence like a competition.
I’ll tell you, I regret living my life for you, you weren’t even there to watch it.
I’ll start walking away, and you’ll let me, I think you'll let me. I don’t think you’ll ever stop me. I forgive you for it.
I am still mourning, and grieving, and drowning; I built you a separate life with my own bare hands. Slip straight inside it, if you’d like, if you want to come back. My door is always open. I won’t complain, this time I'll tell you I love you.
I don’t think I'll ever get used to you being gone. I never thought you’d leave this early; you were meant to see me grow up.
I can’t hold your hand anymore. The thought haunts me, rolls round and round my mind every night, when the grief takes a hold of my throat and my heart. I can’t chase you through fields, or play tennis with you, or football, or chess. No one will let me win like you did.
I like to imagine you’d love my girlfriend. She's smart and sweet. She likes computing, too; I wonder if she’ll be anything like you when she grows up (the good parts, at least). I hope I am there to see it. I wish you could too.
Today, I sit down at our table. I tell you about my day, and imagine your responses - it makes everything slightly more bearable, when the acceptance is heavier than the guilt itself. I say, when I grow up, I want to be a criminal laywer, or an author, or anything that’s not you. It echoes round the room in silence. I miss your judgement.
I search for you in everyone. I strive to find something, anything that resembles you, something that looks, or feels, or sounds like you, I wait and wait and wait for some sort comformation that you’re still here.
I’ve never found it, I doubt I ever will - but, your love is still a part of me. My memories are still a part of you. I’ll remember that.
I’ll keep waiting.
23/9/23
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sadowlswriting · 5 months
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I miss the warmth of childhood.
I miss the picnics in parks and crying because you dropped your ice cream.
I miss being constantly reminded of stranger danger, all the assembly's and demonstrations we were given, I know this one's weird to miss; but it's easy to see how they cared from it.
I miss being afraid of the dark and the way I'd make myself scared, by thinking of all the monsters that Could be wandering in there.
I miss making snowballs and snowmen, till the cold seeped through my gloves; turned my fingers red and froze the tears to my cheeks.
I miss the movie nights, wrapped up in a blanket, with popcorn and chocolate and sweets with the lights turned off.
I miss playing cars on the rug with roads and shops, putting little lego people inside and pretending they were going to work and hanging out with other lego friends.
I miss building a lego tower so high that it started leaning to one side, but I just kept building till it eventually lost structure and came down on my face.
I miss the cuts and bruises from playing, from running around a little faster than my legs could keep up, from slipping in ice when I didn't listen to my mother, from falling from swings and tumbling down hills.
I miss the safety blanket childhood wrapped around me, it let me see only what was needed, it filled my insides with warmth and made a bubble around my innocence.
I miss the simplicity.
I miss where I started.
I miss the child I forgot I used to be; the child I still yearn to be.
-Owl.
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danonishere · 2 years
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Sometimes I wish that I could experience certain shows or games or media all over again. I want to look at it the same way I looked at it before I got used to the content.
I want to experience the euphoria I first got all over again, or be surprised by the same plot twist that I went through a million times before.
So for anyone who has a selective memory loss ray or something like that, please contact me.
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writingmonster05 · 2 months
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Dirty shoes and scraped knees
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Encaged heart told not to beat too loud
Eyes told not to see too far
Not to shine too bright
The caution in them has never
Left since quite a few years
Shaky hands, shaky breath
A mind too full of doubts
That I almost forgot
That these eyes once used to sparkle
This heart was once free to wander
Hands, once full of fallen jasmines
Breath, too shallow from laughing too much
The dirty shoes-
Now all clean and packed away
The scraped knees-
Now turned into scars
Just traces of the carefree
Dirty shoes and scraped knees
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cannibalsurprise · 6 days
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every time i videocall my mum i put my forehead to the camera so she can kiss her camera and by doing so kiss my forehead. sometimes you never stop being a little kid who needs his mum.
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marsiepostsstuff · 1 year
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what if we kissed… with my favourite lipstick on?
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neednostalgia · 11 months
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lunarofthevalley · 2 months
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bittersweetestt · 2 months
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i miss my brother
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starrayblogs · 2 years
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just a lil doodle :p i saw my sisters watching aphmau then i remembered how i also watched aphmau as a kid and had such a big crush on travis xd so i decided to draw him in my style since i cant really write while im away so take these crumbs ehe
also just yk... maybe thinking of writing a reader insert with travis as the love interest for any interested returning mystreet fans from back in the day..... cuz why not maybe it'll be a fun write!
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iwillstopcrying · 1 year
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and i long to stop loving you because i’m too weak, i would love to give you my heart but you’d hate me for it.
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psalmsofpsychosis · 6 months
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