Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
my theater teacher has this hanging above his desk
I dreamed a dream of go go juice
I wish people would learn the difference between “OMG I want to live in the 50’s!! I was born in the wrong era!!”
And “I appreciate the vintage aesthetic and wish it was easy and commonplace to adopt that kind of style in today’s world.”
Because, as much as I love pompadours and winged eyeliner, I also love having rights.
I have been waiting all my tumblr life for this to appear on my dash