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This is one for the OGs

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I’m trying to interact with other people in my fandoms but the need to lurk is strong

So I played Among Us for the first time today... And made some bros

This was their reaction when I told them i had to leave and said I will cherish all of them, especially squid,,

I already fucking love this game.

I think being called apathetic by someone I just met says alot about me.

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Me

Paul once reminded me, 'Don't forget, you're not very good, any of you, you know that, don't you?' I had forgotten, I had. It had gotten to the point where I was really believing in myself, you know, really having a good time being me. Apple was in its (comparatively) early days. I had been back from America three months, this was summer 1968. It was design time for stationery and advertisements and logos, we were building our image by being and that was trouble, being. Being was sticking your neck out and getting bites all over it. I don't think I ever hated anyone as much as I hated Paul in the summer of 1968. Postcards would arrive at my house from America or Scotland or wherever, some outright nasty ones, some with no meaning that I could see, one with a postage stamp torn in half and pasted neatly showing the gap between the two halves. Joan received one bearing the words: 'Tell your boy to obey the schoolmasters,' and signed: 'Patron.' Far out. Lots of people were getting postcards in those days; Christ, you know it wasn't easy. These were the days long before Klein came into town. These were the days when Neil Aspinall as Managing Director would come into my room in Apple in the middle of the day and collapse on the sofa and sit, staring and staring. He tells me now it was fear. I knew then it was fear. We were all frightened. We were frightened of Them and we were frightened of each other and we were frightened of the press. At about this time Paul wrote 'Hey Jude'. Remember: make a sad song better.

As Time Goes By, Derek Taylor (1973)

they’re so fucking rom-comy that’s what gets me. The 1950s summer meetcute set to a perfect and lyrically pertinent soundtrack?? The joke that is a gangly teenage boy looking like Elvis when viewed by someone who’s legally blind?? the whole good boy corrupted by an older leather bound teddy boy much to the dismay of his overprotective father thing they’ve got going on?? romantic trips to PARIS of all places?? they’re so fucking cliché who wrote this shit

listening to I'm not okay (i promise) by my chemical romance

My parent's place has a garage that's detached from the house. When we were younger, my brother and I would sometimes climb on to the roof of the garage. Our parents were angry and made us stop when they found out, and sure it was dangerous, but I wish we could do that again. I miss the days where we were kids and did crazy things. Where it felt like we could do anything and had the whole world in our sight. I miss the view of my neighborhood from on top of the garage, a galaxy unexplored and mysterious to me.

Our property was my entire world, and I lived there fully. I would roll in the grass and flick the slugs off of me in the spring. I would run through the grass at sunset chasing fireflies in the summer. We would sled down the side yard in the winter. And jump inside piles of leaves in the fall.

I wish I would have appreciated those days more, when I still had them.