Late To The Party - Blog Posts

Were you remembered to spend Valentine's Day with someone you love?

Came to the party but it's already in cleanup

This is really just a "testing the waters" post and my jump into joining Tumblr but man....

I wish I had been more honest with myself and just got on here years ago, because I know this is a place I would've liked and I found myself frequently enjoying Tumblr posts, memes, stories, and art over the years. But I didn't because I kept lying to myself that I should try to avoid it because of the NSFW (before the purge at least), or that I wanted to "use less social media and enjoy my teenage years", and a plethora of other dumb reasons. But I've realized that these were just more excuses I kept holding myself to honor, amongst the various of other dumb things I never truly admitted to wanting to do.

I've wanted to skateboard ever since I almost ate shit on my friend's board when I was 11, or how I loved gardening in middle school but had to do softball instead every spring, or how I tried to avoid getting into Vocaloid because my mom thought it was corny and that only basement dweller loner middle aged men cared about a singing robot, and how I've wanted to learn baking and sewing and countless instruments, all of my denied feelings and more.

I'm joining here as a start to me doing what I want to do, but as I get closer to my 18th birthday and becoming an "adult", despite the plan to live with my parents until I finish college, I've realized (and my therapist) that I've held back from so many potential joys, for the sake of my academic career, softball, and partially the isolating feelings of most kids not liking what I did. I'm happy to enjoy the things I do, but there's a strong sense of lament I feel at missing out on the things I held back from, along with the things that were before my time or lost popularity by the time I learned to appreciate it.

TLDR: I'm regretting not just doing the things I wanted to do in the past, and now I can't help but slightly regret things when I enjoy them.

@fuckyeahgoodomens why do you have to go and be all inspiring like that?

(of course it would be a little bit of both options 🧡)

4 am thoughts:

Aziraphale comes to Crowley’s flat to wake him up but sees no sign of him. Finally, he hears breathing coming from somewhere above and finds Crowley gently snoring there, sprawled on the ceiling like a star. Aziraphale tries talking, shouting, stomping – to no avail. He can’t reach the ceiling either.

What I desperately need here is a fanart of Aziraphale with a broom, poking at the foul fiend in an attempt to wake him from a 2-month coma.

I live here now.