#part of me wants to do a reread but also i'm scared it won't hold up (also i have no time) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

allisonreader · 5 months

Text

The Ball Again

So since I've read and reread several times the books that are out for the Lunar Chronicles I have wanted to write a story that fits into the world but I was a little lost on what to do. So when I came the discussion questions on Marissa Meyer's website and there were these three writing exercises and the third one really stood out to me.

3. You are a guest at the ball. Write about what happens between Cinder and Prince Kai from your point of view.

The view I have taken is that of a little girl somewhere between the ages of 4-6, to give it the most realistic feel I have purposely misspelt and ignored proper writing because when you are that young, you don't know how to spell nor do you have your pronunciation down pat. So I wrote it this way to give it a more child-like feel. I hope you enjoy it.

Papa and I arrived at the ball early, he carries an ummbrrella with him so we don't get wet. It was raining really, really hard when we were in our hover but its almosted stopped now. Papa says it will start again though. Rain smells so good, exspecaily up here at the palace, Papa says it's because of all the pretty plants in the garden.

The entrance is so big! Even if Papa and I were to stretch out laying on the floor we wouldn't touch. The roof is so high above our heads with crysals hanging from the lights leavinglittle rainbows all over the walls. There are guards allalong the walls on both sides. They're so tall, they scare me, they don't smile just looking straight and solam. Papa says they're paid to keep everyone safe so we don't have to be scared of them. I still am a little bit though. We get to the top of the big stair case and their aare more people standing alone them. Papa says there there for show and to not worry about them he also says we have to let a man scan our ID chips justto make sure we are who we say we are. I don't know why someone would lie about who they are. That's just silly.

I hold Papa's hand tight as we go down the stairs. We are somes of the first people here, Papa says that's because we are going to leave earlier than some, because Papa says I'm still too young to stayup too late.

We get to eat all kinds of delicices, with ginger and garlic two of my favorite flavors. The waiters have to hold their platters waaaay down low for me so I can picks what I want to eat. Papa says not to eat too much or my tummy will hurt and I won't be able to dance. I promised him I wouldn't eat too much. I have some huneygarlicpork, tunarolls that are hotandcheesy, some ooeygooey cinaminehot rolls ,gingerbeef, and greentea.

Papa dances with me while more people enter lots of the ladies smile at us and say that that's so cute or sweet, I don't like them looking at papa and me like that.

Then Prince Kai entered. Papa told me he's no longer a prince now that his father Emperor Rikan has gotten sick and died from the blue plague. Then that scary Lunar queen entered announced as Emperor Kai's personal guest. She was pretty but she didn't look right, she looked fake. Papa says that's because the queen has Lunar magics and she glammourer's herself to always look pretty.

We got to hear all kinds of music which Papa calls classical he says that there was some from the second era. Closerer to the time we were going to leave Emperor Kai had to dance with the Lunar queen, he didn't look very happy to be dancing with her. People around us didn't like that. They call her bad names that are meaniey names. Papa had to hold me up so I could sees. The music stoppeded and we all clapped as the queen and the emperor parted ways. The next song started and Papa and I went to dance about half way through the trumpets to announce people sounded Papa and I stopped dancing to see whos it would be.

They announced, "Please welcome to the 126th Annual Ball of the Eastern Commonwealth, a personal guest of His Imperial Majesty: Linh Cinder of New Beijing."

The musics all died away as everyone looked at her, she looked like she jumped in a mud puddle ruining her siliver gown. She was so wet, but pretty. I looked the prince, I mean emperor he looked happy to see her. I coulds still see because Papa was holding me up for part of our dancing.

Then Papa put me down.

"Papa, who is she? Is she someone speacial? Papa?"

"Hush Lilly I'm trying to figure it out." I couldn't see what happened after she walked down the stairs and into the crowd, I'm too short to see. Then the emperor commanded musics to play again. Papa said we had to dance again, it wouldn't be much longerer before its was time to leave. Lots of people wanted to know whos she was I could hear them askings everyone round them. After Papa and I finished our dance the girl said something I couldn't hears it but made those who did gaspeded, Papa did.

Then that ucky queen laughed it was hard and ugly sounding not like Mama's was. There's lots of talking that I don't undertand. I looks at my Papa, he knows what's wrong he's not happy about it. Some people are making upsets noises. Papa pushs me into his leg, wrapping his arm around my head. I hear more talking it soundeds like if I was under my pillow, all I knows is it's something about Lunars.

Papa doesn't want me to hear or see. Now I hear whispters of people happy? Papa is covereds my ears and hidings my eyes, not like I can sees anything. There is a big bang and Papa picks me up and moves towards the exit.

I feel peoples pushing shoveshove, shoving. Papa doesn't let me look around or answer my questions like what the noises was or where we going or why I can't look. He keeps moving 'til we get to our hover then he just sits until he is ready to leave. Papa is shaken he tells me he's scareds I don't want Papa to be scareds so until we go I curleded up in his lap, when we get home, which tooken forever, he made me get straight into my pajamas and locked all the doors and barred them. Papa came into my room and told me we weren't leaving until he was sure everything would be alright. Papa doesn't trust Lunars, they're scary with what they can do. Papa curleded up with me as I fell asleep.

For those who skipped my little blurb at the top all mistakes are not mistakes but purposely done and carefully plotted.

#my singular Lunar Chronicles fic

1 note · View note

pantheramore · 2 years

Note

5, 6, 9, 17, 18, 20

20 Fandom Asks

5. what is your favorite overused trope?

I guess this trope comes to mind because of how relevant it is to... recent events in MHA, as well as how it relates to Rody but I have a love/hate relationship with someone being kidnapped or forced by the villain to work for them against their will, especially if it's because the life of a loved one is at stake. It's cliche and I feel that I don't often see it written with the full complexity that comes with the situation, such as remorse, guilt, needing to do it for your loved ones, battling with one's own moral compass, etc, but it has the potential to be super interesting.

6. do you read fanfiction? If so, do you have any favorite authors or fics?

I only really read self insert fics now hahaha. Though there's this one fic that has always stood out to me since I read it in high school called The Melody of Ambition. It was a Pokemon fic about the Go Rock Quads from Pokemon Ranger and telling the game from their side of the story and even though I hardly remember specifics about it, I just remember it being super engaging and having some great characterization and plot progression. I'm almost a little scared to reread it out of fear that it won't hold up anymore hahaha.

also @raggedyannazon? Ur Rody fic? Top notch.

9. do you like prequels?

I don't think there's any prequels that particularly stand out to me? But I don't inherently dislike them either? Regardless though, none of the fandoms I'm in currently have any (direct) prequels out so it feels kind of hard for me to judge.

17. characters you want to wrap in a blanket and tell them they’re going to be okay?

Rody

No seriously though, I want to write a character analysis on Rody and how his experiences have affected him because I feel like,, if you connect the dots there's a lot of little things he does that really inform how that trauma has shaped him.

There's a part of him that wants to deny that he's suffering. That he wouldn't accept being told that things are going to be okay because that means having to achnkowlege that things are bad and having to unpack his own feelings of worthlessness or guilt that he's internalized.

Anyway, he just deserves all the love in the world and none of what happened to him. I have a lot of very similar mannerisms to him and understand where those sorts of things come from and I just see myself in him a lot and it's nice to remind myself of that healing process through him. Things may be rough for him but MHA is very optimistic story. He's gonna make it, I know he is.

18. if you could be a part of any story, which story would you want to tag along in?

I run a selfship blog, do you even have to ask? Of course it's MHA. Being in the main manga at this point would really suck but maybe I can just chill in Otheon hahaha.

20. Bonus+ Create your own question.

Hmm... I guess one question I don't see as often as I would like is What do you look for in a piece of media?

For me I look for good worldbuilding and at least one character I can really latch onto.

Worldbuilding alone can make an entire piece of media for me. Especially worlds whose very premise is explored or even just hinted at with the implications of what certain systems in their worlds mean; the politics of the world for lack of a better word, for example how MHA's Quirks create a culture where looks that would be considered weird or unprofessional in the real world aren't really given a second thought because if you normalize and accept people having "weird" Quirks that change their appearance, you also normalize people with "weird" looks who just do it for fun! (granted I know that a lot of the character design in MHA can be contributed to just... it being Anime but I really do think there's a deeper trend there, I just haven't looked into it enough to say for certain)

As for characters, while worldbuilding alone can carry my initial interest in a story, finding at least one character I can strongly latch onto (and probably have as an f/o) is what keeps me coming back.

#ask #lunarpanda #thanks for asking these were really fun to think about!

4 notes · View notes

bored-storyteller · 4 years

Text

Okay, I humbly apologize. I had a bad time - and unfortunately it's not over 😩- but here's the second part with three other leaders. I know I know I know! Malleus is missing! I'll try to post Mal today too- tomorrow, it depends on where you are - I promise.

Please I know you love him so much but love me anyway 🥺

14- Dorm leaders x down!s/o pt.2

Kalim Al-Asim

· Kalim is magical and exhausting at the same time. Yes, s/o love him from the bottom of their hearts, but dealing with him in times of stress is exhausting.

· The young nobleman does not really know the stress, at least, for what s/o can see, and this leads him to overcome any worries. It's not that he doesn't want to see other people's problems, it's just that he can't think of them.

· S/o as the days go by they feel worse and worse. The head often hurts and tiredness brings them into a state of almost half asleep. If Kalim saw this he would be very worried about them, but their presence for him is a fact. He is convinced that if something went wrong s/o would tell him, right?

· But no. How could they say no to his requests? That is, actually there is not even time to refuse.

· Jamil is worried. He sees what is going on and tries to marginalize the problems. S/o should rest, they could ask him for help - as if he wasn't already doing everything in the dormitory-. But s/o know that the vice leader is already very busy, burdening him with their study problems and their worries is not the case.

Having to deal with Kalim really means having almost never breath. Even his affection can sometimes be a problem.

Yes, s/o certainly love him, but three days before the start of the test session, the thing more than making them happy is shaking them.

They have studied practically nothing and really feel their strength failing. While everyone is studying carefully, they are struggling to finish their homework for the next day.

The nights for s/o are now nothing more than a staring at the ceiling in desperate search for information that does not exist in their head. And the lessons are so heavy in the morning that their hope of getting through the year is almost zero.

Sometimes the idea of dropping out of school even went through their mind. They would certainly be freer.

Right now, s/o they are hiding in the bedroom, surrounded by study books.

It doesn't matter how much they read and reread those words, their overfull mind wanders over their fears, not making them memorize anything.

There is no way they can overcome this. They curl up on the bed, clutching their knees to their chests and doing everything they can to keep from crying.

Suddenly the door swings open. Kalim comes in with his cheer, filling the room with his happy voice.

It seems that he is excited about something, but s/o can’t help but look at him with wide eyes without understanding.

His exclamations echo in their heads as if it were empty, breaking the delicate crystal walls.

"Stop!" They cry when even the last fragile column of their sanity is brought down.

"Stop!" They repeat, bringing their hands to their faces and collapsing supine on the bed.

"Stop it! I can't take it any more! If I continue like this I will go crazy!"

The arms cover the face wet with tears. They are not really shouting at Kalim.

He stops suddenly, a little frightened by that reaction.

What happened? Where did he go wrong this time?

When the silence weighs too much, they still speak: "I ... I need to get out of here, I... don't want to be in this school anymore. "

Kalim listens in silence for a few moments to their sobs, then slowly, shyly, sits beside them on the bed.

"No ..." he murmurs, "I will help you, whatever your problem is." His voice is that of an injured child, but his arms raise s/o to his chest, to hold them against him and protect them.

"Everything will pass, I promise you. But I can't be without you."

The fingers pass slowly through the hair of s/o while his crimson eyes scan the books around them.

Kalim's arms hold them desperately. Right, how could they leave him alone? In short, who would help Jamil then?

That thought makes them smile, and while s/o get up seated they give to the boy a simple and light "ok", and then they resume the study with a quieter mind.

Kalim no longer talks, but neither does he leave, he simply remains close to them a little to comfort them, a little for the fear that they will move away from him, until he ends up falling asleep on their lap.

Vil Schoenheit

· Here, another guy who made stress his life. Some type of stress. Obviously, he must meet expectations.

· This also applies to those around him, or rather, to those who are close to his heart. If he demands so much from someone, it means that he cares about them. In a sense, even his insult when it is constructive is flattering.

· But for an already stressed s/o, dealing with him is extremely anxiety-provoking. You have to be perfect, everything has to be in order, and for an already fragile mind, well, the step to break is not far away.

· Still, he bears a great deal of stress on his shoulders without showing it, but he doesn't notice that others can sometimes be overwhelmed, and his manners aren't exactly delicate when it comes to appearances.

· S/o are almost afraid of him every time his eyes meet them. What will he say? What's wrong with them?

Yes, they know how important the smile is, but they can't do it. In the library they leaf through the book they hold in their hands with empty and dull eyes.

They don't have to look good, on the other hand disappointment for themselves keeps them up all night.

There is no way they can get through this period, not for how they are.

They sigh, placing the book on the shelves and giving up. They fold their arms on the table as they sit, and there they hide their tired faces.

S/o would like to go into hibernation, everything would be easier. No commitment, no judging eye ...

"S/o, my dear." The firm voice of the Poemfiore leader makes itself heard. It is firm, severe even if placid.

What's up now? Oh sure. They are not sitting upright with their backs. Hair is probably a mess and their eyes have been ruined for days. They already know to suck, there is no need for him to say it. They already hate each other, and there is no need for him to see how ugly their sticky face is with tears.

S/o do not move, as if he were not there, they remain closed inside themselves, in such a state of surrender that not even Vil can grasp immediately. But he understands that something is wrong. It never happened that they ignored him.

“S/o.” the name is repeated again, but this time it is accompanied by the delicate hand of the leader who touches the hair of s/o.

As soon as the fingertips touch the head, as if they were of fire, s/o spring back, scared as if they had a ferocious beast in front of them.

Vil stares at those eyes so full of fear. Afraid of him.

In their dark circles he sees all the suffering of those days, all the dozing sadness. And in that situation of desolation, they feared him as if he were their enemy, the one who wants to harm them.

"No… Please..."

A prayer comes out of their fragile lips as if he is ready to kill them. He's not sure if they're clear-headed... no, they seem to be in another world. A dark and lonely world.

Vil's white fingers caress s/o's chin. They do not retreat, but tremble as if they were blades.

"I won't hurt you. I'm just worried about you."

His words are clear, as always, but a little sweeter than usual. He patiently sits in front of them, without losing contact.

"You can tell me what troubles you."

Finally the gaze of s/o meets the beautiful eyes of the boy. Eyes so beautiful, admired, and at this moment sincere.

S/o they bend down again, resting their forehead on Vil's hand while holding it with theirs. There they cry, for once without the weight of the angry gaze, but only surrounded by affection, while Vil gently caresses their head.

Idia Shroud

· Ok, how to say, this guy is made of stress.

· Idia fears the social relationship, people stress him, what is not his room and his computer stresses him. He is not an easy person to manage.

· S/o are practically elected. They are fortunate to be admitted to his. In short, they can remain curled up on his bed without him saying anything.

· Usually are s/o who take care of him, who try to support him and calm him down, but sometimes of course they are the ones who need support ... but well, Idia practically doesn't exist.

· It is not his fault, but even if he cares about s/o in a way that even he did not believe possible, he is not good at social relationships. Very often he will limit himself and stay next to them, still connected to the internet. They don't mind, usually.

But this time the boy's body isn't even close to them. He is far away, in the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the screens. Yes, they are not even totally sure that he is aware of their presence.

Ortho, to their disappointment, is not present.

S/o don't need to be there, but for some time now they have felt a lump in their throat that they can't swallow. They have failed a test, and there is no way to recover it, or so they believe.

The truth is that they are nothingness.

They have to study, but loneliness echoes in their head. Nobody wants them.

So they slipped from the leader of Ignihyde to find comfort. It would have been fine even if he had been silently beside them, but no, he was elsewhere. They had seen an excited light in his eyes when they arrived. Maybe chat with someone online? Of course, those friends are better than them.

A failure, a weight, that's s/o.

Small tears wet the already dimly lit page.

In the darkness in which they find themselves, they sink into the anxiety and fear that they have been holding inside for weeks.

That horrible feeling of emptiness that causes the brain to tilt.

Idia does not notice the sobs. S/o are hidden, curled up into a ball on the boy's bed. Nothing makes sense to them anymore. More they cry, more they lose consciousness of their surroundings, and everything disappears.

Idia is too caught up in his game. He does not really notice that s/o are not well.

Only when he turns enthusiastically to communicate something to them does he hear them.

Sobs are louder now, but they don't know it.

Heart breaks in Idia. How long have they been crying? Two hours will have passed since they arrived. Why didn't they speak?

Oh God, it's his fault ... he sucks with people so badly, and he always ends up hurting them.

Maybe they came to him because somehow they believed he made them feel good, didn't they?

He gets up from his chair, unsure of what to do. Embarrassed he approaches them.

God, they seem so fragile. Will he break them if he touches them?

Slowly, as if he were dealing with a kitten, he places his sweatshirt on them, and then, a little scared, he sits next to them.

They seem lost, s/o don't react.

Idia feels the butterflies in his stomach from agitation. Suddenly, it seems to him that the figure of s/o is fading away in the dark of the room. It's scary.

Shyly he stretches his arms around the small figure and carefully pulls them into his chest.

He feels their sobs freeze for a moment, almost frightened, and then finally the muscles relax, while they abandon themselves to him.

"Sorry, I'm a delusion..." They murmur, clinging to him.

So is this what they think?

"No ... you ... I ... find you beautiful ..."

He speaks shyly. He's not exactly that these words are what they need, but that's what he really thinks.

His cheek is warm against their head. Maybe he's blushing.

How can they not smile at this?

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twisted wonderland idia #vil schoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader #idia shroud x reader #twst headcanons #scenarios #headcanons #request

253 notes · View notes

dearmyblank · 5 years

Text

Dear J, I heard that the Owl's Nest is closing down. Even though I don't live in Fredericton anymore, it makes me sad to hear. One of my favourite memories is when we went there on our first date and I was so nervous that all I could think to do was point out the funniest book titles I could find to make you laugh. I've wanted to write to you many times over the years, but every time I tried, the words just wouldn't come out right or I would get too scared to press send. It's kind of funny how you can tell someone more than you've ever told anyone else in your life, but be scared to say a simple hello only a few years later. I'm sorry I was so angry the last time I saw you. You gave me a book and I couldn't even give you a hug to say goodbye. What you didn't know was that I couldn't hug you because I knew I wouldn't have been able to let you go. I went to see a movie later that day and I don't remember a second of it because I cried through the entire thing. I still have that book, along with the letter you wrote me and a few other mementos, tucked away in my sock drawer. I reread the letter sometimes. It makes me both happy and sad. It makes me happy to know that someone once loved me enough to write such beautiful words to me, but also sad when I read the parts where you say that you know we'll never hurt each other and that you hope we can reread the letter together in 20 years. I'm not sure if I believe in fate, but I do think we were meant to meet and experience the time together that we shared. I remember one time when we had gone to the mall and were waiting outside on a bench for the bus back to residence. It was cold and there was a light snow coming down and I put my head on your shoulder for the first time as the snowflakes landed on our hair and eyelashes. I felt so happy in that moment that I had gotten the chance to meet you. I know it probably seems strange that I'm messaging you out of the blue like this. I guess with Alisha's wedding coming up in a couple of weeks and knowing that most of the Rigby group will be there, it feels kind of weird that you won't be there too. I'm sorry for all the times I hurt you during our time together and after it ended. There's many things I said and did that I wish I could take back. I was sad and angry and took it out on everyone around me. I took a class on death and dying in 4th year and we learned about the five stages of grief. I realized then that I had been going through these stages when our relationship ended. I understand if you never want to answer this message or if you need to take some time before answering. As I've gotten older and my invisibility cloak has begun to fade, I've realized how short and unpredictable life is and that I should just say the things I feel instead of holding them in all the time. So, here I am saying all the things I should have said a long time ago. I really hope you're doing well. I've listened to all the episodes of the CBC podcast you were on. Hopefully that's not weird. One of the last times you ever messaged me, you told me I should read a book called "Jane, The Fox and Me". I don't know if I ever told you, but I loved it. -M

#dear my blank #j #m #submission

12 notes · View notes

waha-carana-blog · 4 years

Text

Here’s a thread of some stuff that happens as you get older that folks don’t really talk about... (Most of this will be about emotional or interpersonal stuff, not necessarily “holy crap does your body break down and fast” stuff.)

—One day you will notice your friends are aging. It’s not bad, but it is a transition. Your friends will age at different rates. Sometimes their kids will look exactly like they did when you met them. This will make your heart ache in a lovely way. They see the same in you.

—You will go to concerts of bands you loved in high school and college - controversial, youth-oriented, angsts, anti-establishment bands - and everyone there will be old.

—You will likely look at photos of young you and marvel at how fucking luminously beautiful you were and remember that when that picture was taken, you hated how you looked more than anything else in the world.

—Teenagers will no longer see you.

—One day, you’ll realize that you haven’t shopped in/on a particular clothing store or site that you love and you’ll wander over to it and every item of clothing will suddenly seem completely foreign and perplexing in style.

—The trends of your youth WILL come back, just like your parents said when theirs did, but they’ll be slightly altered in color or cut or notions.

—You will likely forget huge chunks of your past — things that seemed like life or death at the time. Something will remind you, and you’ll realize how that hurt or fear melted away over time, and you didn’t even notice it go.

—Your friends will remember completely different shit from when you were kids that you don’t remember at all, and vice versa. Some of the stories won’t even sound like you. Because you’ve forgotten a bit of who you were then. This may be unsettling.

—If you kept a journal and you reread it, you may not like who you were in it. You may feel guttingly sad for young you. You may long to go back (likely not... but some folks do!). You may toy with destroying the journals. Some of you will.

—Some of your friends (or you) will have a legit mid-life crisis and you will see it happen in real time. And you will marvel that mid-life crises are real things that happen. And that friend will want to talk about their running/new car/affair and you’ll be so bored.

—You will likely be lucky enough to really know yourself now. To love the things about you that you hated for so long. You will still have problems, but you will have a better understanding of your core values and how to deal with them.

—Longtime friendships will often reach a level of comfort and understanding that you never expected or even thought to imagine. Other friendships may fade, but it’ll be okay. You may make new friendships, which will be liberating. They only know current you.

—Yesterday, in a meeting, I looked around the table, at all the grown-up, authority figure faces, and realized they’re probably all my age - “adult”. There will never be a magic moment when I become an adult in my own eyes but reality happened anyway.

—Younger folks may ask you for advice. And you have some! But it’ll feel weird because it reminds you when you felt that problem was insurmountable. You’ll want to tell them everything will be okay but realize they have to learn that themselves. (You tell them anyway.)

—You may physically not be able to do a thing you used to and loved to do, or it will become much more difficult. This will rock you to your core. It’ll feel like the death of a part of you. A core thing that made you, you. This will hopefully pass, but it’ll ache.

—When you talk about aging to an older person, they will likely tell you to “just wait...”. And this may scare you. Or it may make that youthful contrariness spark. But they’re usually right and you’ll say something similar when you reach that age.

—One day, you’ll get in your feelings and wax rhapsodic about the beautiful pain of growing older to a bunch of strangers on the internet. I mean, maybe. Hypothetically speaking.

As with everything, this thread cannot speak to or cover every persons’ experience, and I’d never expect it to. If your experience differs from what I’ve talked about, please feel free to add!

For reference, since the speculation is thick in here (and because vanity still hasn't left me), I'm in my early 40s.

—If you have been in a relationship for a while, your partner may lament getting older or looking different or some such. You don't understand--because in your eyes, that person is still a luminous being, and you are SO DAMN LUCKY to be together.

—You will watch those you love dearly pass away. You always had more plans with them and the timing is never, ever right. It sucks. It hurts. You sometimes feel so much pain, you don't know how to go on. But you do. And you find memories of them again in others.

—You will realize that romantic heartache has an expiration date, but not before spending what feels like years furiously aching.

—Here’s one that I wasn’t prepared for: You will start to meet people who are *younger than you* who remind you of your parents, or of other adults you knew as a kid.

—That day you remember being a teenager in a hurry to be an adult, and now you are wondering how much time you have left!

—You will suddenly realize that you have a deep instinct to feed people in their early 20s. And you will realize, while trying to articulate this, that you desperately want to refer to them as “kids.”

—You completely lose any ability to gauge another person’s age. High school seniors look like they’re either twelve, or thirty.

—One day the kids will be grown and the career is over, and you’ll wonder who you are.

—Your friends will start to gets sick, like really sick - more than one - and you will feel your mortality in a way you never have before.

—Time passes in a completely different way. You learn that the world does not stop for anything. No hurt, event or moment can stop it. It is painful and comforting at the same time. You will wonder about the people who did not survive being young and miss not seeing them age.

—You'll see someone younger ppl have a "brilliant plan to fix ___." You'll know exactly where it will fail and what can maybe be done to make it not fail, b/c you've had that idea. You'll tell them & hope for the best. They won't listen. You'll get no pleasure from their failure.

—You will hear your song, the song that meant everything to you when you were 17, and you’ll be instantly transported back to that place and time. The song will end and you’ll realize that you’re actually in the canned goods aisle at Safeway.

—You’ll see a pub where you used to go with a friend on Saturday nights, except that friend has passed away now, and the pub is being turned into 31 bespoke residences.

—You wonder when you’re finally going to have it all together like your parents did and then realize that your parents never really had it together either.

—You will reread books that totally transformed your young life and it won’t hold your attention long enough to finish it.

—You will one day find that u r now the steadying hand, the explainer of things, the support/maker of life altering decisions for your parent/s. You will wonder at when this reversal of roles happened. And you will need to remind yourself what a privilege this new role is.

—You will tell younger people about places (buildings, establishments, etc.) that used to be here and they will probably be bored by it.

—You will write poems and lyrics in your teens. You will destroy them in your twenties. You will regret this in your thirties.

—You begin to realize how much older you’ve become when one of your kids is having a tough time emotionally and it dawns on you that actually they’re going through a mid-life crises.

—If you’re like me and lucky enough to have been with the same person since high school, you both will be insecure about not looking how you did back then despite the fact that when you look at each other, that person you fell for is all you see.

—You'll notice your pets getting older - maybe they're less active, maybe they're getting fatter or thinner or more cuddly, or maybe their fur changes slightly. This will at the same time be cute and lovely, but also a stark reminder they might not be around much longer.

0 notes