The style I had 10 years ago? First thing to mention here is that I was 11 years old and in between 5th/6th grade. The second thing of importance is that my style was pretty much a lack thereof. Who really knows how to properly dress at that age, though? It was before a flat iron, before a tweezer, before makeup and before sports bras. Before boobs, even. Actually, I was going through the awkward early stages of developing some, and I remember one day wearing a t-shirt with a Volkswagen Beetle on it. A boy I was working on a project with in the library pointed out that the wheels were right over my nips. It was awkward for everyone involved, but mostly for me because I went home upset I was becoming a real girl and embarrassedly asked my mom to take me for my first trainer. During the winter, I wore fleece pull-overs from Old Navy that I decided I hated a year later because they weren’t from one of the boutiques everyone at school shopped at (when I went through my two year JAP phase, which then segued into my two year Hot Topic phase). I had a horrible periwinkle blue button-down with a skirt for graduation, and an even worse purple dress with a… wait for it… short sleeve, purple, MESH coverup for 5th grade prom. I shit you not. There are pictures that have yet to be burned.
“Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.” -RENT
So I may be corny for quoting a (wonderful, award-winning, life-changing) Broadway musical. I may even be cornier for wanting the words ‘forget regret’ tattooed across my wrist since I’m thirteen years old. But it’s taken on a whole meaning in my life, to live without regret. It’s inevitable that I’ll make mistakes but focusing on them and wishing things went differently will only draw negative energy into my life. We accept our follies, learn from them and move on. Even more so, if you step on the side of caution constantly, you’re hindering yourself from getting to experience everything you possibly can. In an ideal world, I’d live completely on the edge and try it all. I’m still learning to get there. Oh and I passed out early last night, which is why I am posting this today, so you get day 5 and 6 all in one! Hoorah!
Day 01 — Your favorite song.
Day 02 — Your favorite movie.
Day 03 — Your favorite television program.
Day 04 — Your favorite book.
Day 05 — Your favorite quote.
Day 06 — Your favorite music video.
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy.
Day 08 — Describe the style you had 10 years ago.
Day 09 — A photo you took.
Day 10 — Talk about a regret you have.
Day 11 — Share a story from your childhood.
Day 12 — Explain how you got one of your scars.
Day 13 — How do you think others view you?
Day 14 — Talk about the cuteness of your pets.
Day 15 — A poem you wrote.
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly).
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) that is your favorite.
Day 18 — Tell us about your best friend.
Day 19 — A talent of yours.
Day 20 — A hobby of yours.
Day 21 — A recipe.
Day 22 — Your deepest fear.
Day 23 — Write a love letter to yourself.
Day 24 — Reveal your most guilty pleasure.
Day 25 — If you have tattoos, show them. If not, talk about the tattoos you want or why you don’t think they are right for you.
Day 26 — Talk about the last “random act of kindness” you encountered.
Day 27 — The last thing that made you cry.
Day 28 — Say something to your 15 year old self.
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.
Day 30 — Share what you have learned, if anything, about yourself in the last 30 days
do you miss me too, or is there hard cement where the hole used to be?
i think i will get back into writing real things instead of just reposting pictures i find cute or funny or awesome or inspiring. not that pictures don’t mean anything, but i want to let the words bubble and boil over the pot because they’re so full and ready to jump. but i will still reblog some pictures, just because that’s what tumblr is good for.