Live Tut cuz I’ve been nostalgic
Live Tut cuz I’ve been nostalgic
when i was in preschool
the teachers would make us go outside on warm days
and run through the sprinklers
i hated it
the waterlogged lawn squelching between my toes
the cold water spraying me in erratic bursts
strong enough to hurt
if i got too close
i would do it for a few minutes
chasing the other kids and laughing
like i was supposed to
but then i’d return to the safety
of sun-warmed concrete
and the soft beach towel
that my parents had brought for me that day
i think this is when i first discovered
that i preferred to be indoors
sprawled across the carpet with my coloring books
(which would eventually turn into reading books)
it wasn’t until i was older,
maybe eight or nine,
that i rediscovered the outdoors
we had a big back yard
and one day my mother,
tired of me rewatching the same movies
over and over and over,
nudged me outside,
too fast for me to even put on shoes
and so i stumbled into the sunlight
and ventured into the grass
it was cool and soft
and i smiled
i spent the rest of my childhood
in that backyard
on the cool green lawn
on the flowery slope behind our house
i loved the feeling of the damp, packed earth
and the soft moss that grew in the shade
(though i learned to avoid
the wood-chips that my parents had put in
because they were sharp
and now i wonder how many things
i might actually enjoy
if i’d been allowed
when i first tried them
to try them on my own terms
if i’d been allowed
to explore the things that i liked
instead of being told how i was supposed to have fun
because now that i’m older
i spend my days barefoot
forever chasing that feeling
of grass beneath my feet
chasing the memory of sweet-scented tea roses
and brightly colored nasturtiums
in a place where butterflies and hummingbirds colored the sky.
i spend my days inside
missing something that i almost missed entirely
because we’re told as children
to run and play and be loud and messy
but i was quiet and shy
and nobody told me it was ok
to want to sit in the grass
wishing on dandelions
and making crowns out of clover
-the age of exploration (and expectation)
Saw these chairs at the Home store. Once again my chosen childhood colors! I really wanted them but can’t afford $70 just for 1 chair…
I want to share something with you guys. From a really young age I was traumatized and I kept the trauma and guilt for a number of years hidden away from a number of people that I thought I was putting in danger
I was dignosed by a specialist with
These are the symptoms
I was also diagnosed with severe depression, anxiety and eating disorders
My parent who is aware of this problem that I’ve and half of the trauma I’ve been through treats me like I’m making this up, my parent just recently fat shame me and tried make me feel guilty for not seeking professional advice and not loosing way and for not doing enough.
The reason why I’m sharing this is because abusive parents are extremely manipulate and tend to make you feel like you’re the problem and without you their life will be easier even though you are struggling to find an answer on why they behave in such dispicable manner
I’m. Begging you to never EVER EVER if you have a child or look after one to treat them like their life isn’t worthy because until this day thanks to my abusive parents I’ve questioned my own sanity, well being and safety.
No child should feel that way
If you believe in hitting a child is the answer of fixing bad behaviour,
I wish you nothing but pain in your life, please unfollow me and block me I want nothing from you
One last thing
One of the first books I remember choosing for myself was The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine. I was visiting family in New York State and we had gone to the bookstore one of them worked at and my mom told me I could choose one book that she would buy for me and we could read it together. I was somewhere around five or six so I could read on my own but nothing higher than The Magic Treehouse books. So I saw The Two Princesses of Bamarre and I decided that it was the perfect book. My mom read it aloud to me. It is still one of my favorite books and I wish it was still socially acceptable to be read aloud to by my parents and that they had the time to read to me.
Do you know that feeling when you slowly start to realize that you’ll never actually be able to become an astronaut, go to the university you really want, travel the world, be able to buy a house or, heck, marry Harry Styles? Because same.
My childhood in one picture
I‘m sitting on my windowsill rn. The air is fresh and it is so quiet, the world seems to have stopped.
Next year this house will be sold and I will loose any hold I have in this city. I should cherish these moments because I cannot experience them for much more time
guys, club penguin is back
book worm asks 📓
lord of the rings: houseplants or wildflowers?
donna tartt: favorite spring tradition?
the catcher in the rye: bath time with the rising sun, or late in the moonlight?
lord byron: succulents or dried herbs?
david copperfield: go out with friends or stay home with books?
wordsworth: study at a desk or in bed?
mansfield park: favorite music artist/band?
huck finn: dogs or cats?
agatha christie: favorite form of exercise?
alexa chung’s “it”: dealbreakers in relationships?
rainbow rowell: sunlight or rainy day?
the life-changing magic of tidying up: sunflowers or tulips?
to all the boys I’ve loved before: favorite classic book?
brontë sisters: bike ride or hiking?
robert frost: minimal style or romantic?
Please note this week the topic is personal “Favorite” and not the “Best” as quantifying the “Best Movie with All the Feels” does not translate across the board.
I will admit I did try rigorously to establish the “Best Tearjerker” but as I was doing my homework and asking others for insights I found myself saying, “How is that movie the saddest?”
Why is it so hard for me to get a solid answer across the board…
One memory stands out while self reflecting in research- Back in the day when I worked at the movie theatre and saw Marley & Me (2008) with a bunch of male coworkers because - hey - it was the weekend, we were bored as shit, and the movies were free.
One coworker in particular was the jaded type with an arrogant demeanor and came off as a prick, asshole, who was a harsh critic towards everything - It takes months to warm up to this guy - Well, towards the end of the movie I am welling up due to the subject matter and doing my damndest to wrestle back tears when all of the sudden I hear this blubbering. I turn to my right to see my jaded coworker losing his shit and I then I quickly became the asshole because now I am uncontrollably giggling at a dogs death scene in a quiet theatre.
After the movie I razzed him about crying and he immediately shot back, “I never cry in films! Okay - Never! But when a dog dies I lose my shit!”
Two years later he would lose it again watching Toy Story 3 because toys are like 6" plastic dogs I guess…
We are all just wired differently…Which brings me back to my homework. I don’t get emotionally invested during A Walk to Remember, or The Notebook, or Fault in Our Stars, or Five Feet Apart, or The Other Movie with Gorgeous People with Life Threatening Complications.
For me, the setup of being young, having perfect diction, and being riddled with [enter untreatable cancer or disease] is played out - I do understand (and have been affected by) cancer, disease, sudden death and suicide can disrupt family and friends and be truly devasting In The Real World but for some reason in film it seems like a crutch for “Gimme Tears”. Seriously, Watching a Nicholas Sparks Movie (especially if you haven’t read the books) becomes a game of “Who Is Going To Die Before the End Credits”.
Further into my own self reflection and last minute discussion I settled into 50/50 (inspired by a true story). Now, I know 50/50 it seems highly focuses on the protagonist and his cancer diagnosis and it may seem that it conflicts with my cancer being a crutch in cinema, but through discussion with my sister the storyline does seem more elevated than the melodramatic romance flicks and drummed some feels. So, 50/50, you get a pass - a Cancer Movie Done Right!
Side note - 50/50 was the first time I heard the time “Man Cry”.
The cancer in 50/50 doesn’t serve as a device for offing the main lead just after they found love for cheap tug at heart strings.
No, the cancer is a catalyst - almost a main character - which provides us a genre of tears - Tears of Saddness, Anger, Sympathy, and Joy throughout.
More over 50/50 is more story of Friendship, Family, Strength, and Starting Over which can be all to real on many different levels which allows for a multitude of people to connect to film.
So, that’s it… My Final Answer.. My Favorite Tearjerker is 50/50… so now you can get off my
- Life Is Beautiful (1997) - A Jewish Father navigating his son through the Holocaust with games and humor.
- The Green Mile (1999) - A Stephen King story of executing an innocent man who may be one of “God’s miracles”.
- Toy Story 3 (2010) - At the time when TS3 came out it was thought to be the final chapter of childhood favorites. A time to say good by to an old friend and enter adulthood.
- About Time (2013) - A Time Traveler from a Patrimony of Time Travelers making the decision of living in the Past or letting go to live his future.
A “modern version“ of Digimon Adventure
This is a great throwback, and something you can (only) enjoy if you’ve seen the original Digimon Adventure. It’s definitely not as emotional as the original, but there’s still time to change that opinion. I love the artwork and overall have high hopes for this show.
Szerintem mindenki más lencsén keresztül látja a gyerekkorát. Tudjátok, más szemszögből.
This is us - 2. season 11. episode
Anyone remember little big planet?, I friggen loved it, and the sound track is awesome.
Everyone should have a good friend that reminds you that you are the world to them, support you, loves you, keeping you strong.
I have mine.
found on yeethub on facebook, which ironically probably got this from tumblr or reddit.