#2015/11

[fkaseaweedbrain]

[night-lie]

𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼-tober Day 28: Chess

[brbarou]

playing vocaloid songs i used to listen to in middle school and feeling a sense of nostalgia that is so visceral and soul-crushing in a way that is neither normal nor healthy

[sushiwrote]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.... ☆ 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

So currently, the timeline on twitter is in shambles because Christopher cut his hair off after having the black curls/waves for so long— but if you are OG team breezy, you know that 2013-2015 baldstopher on and off era was prime Chris. Some of the best features and music of his career came around that little window. So to see him back in his element? Baby I am sold, this made my day so much. It makes my heart happy, been riding for him for so long, it’s something very 2014 about this. Y’all just don’t know. Let me start saving for the next tour. [ xxx ]

[mc-twizzler]

credit: @amaranthhiding

[sugdensdingle]

[throwbackgaylor]

july 11, 2015 | nine years ago today

karlie kloss posted a photo of herself at the 1989 tour with a fan’s cupcake sign that said “BAKE IT OFF” via instagram:

“Best. Sign. Ever. #1989WorldTour”

she tagged taylor as the cupcake

[morphogenetic]

this is my new brainworm phrase I fear. sorry yall

[joskriverdaily]

Josephine Skriver at the AmfAR New York Gala in NYC - February 11, 2015.

+23HQs

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Ashton5SOS: Thank you Amsterdam ❤️ you guys make us feel on top of the world xx

11 November 2015

[kevotsuka]

Fun fact! Franky Morbidelli it's just one year younger than Marc. it's funny because every fucking time someone point at it I want to die .

[sunshineandlyrics]

🇹🇭 Harry and DJay Buddah from OTRA 2015, Harry's first solo concert in Bangkok 2018 and LOT Bangkok 2023 x

[bonetrousledbones]

do u ever think about how crazy it is that undertale came out with its insane amount of unambiguously queer characters in fucking 2015

[remembertheplunge]

The Airplane journal, like carrying flowers, evokes life

November 2, 2015 2:06pm Monday

 Weatherstone’s Coffee House 

Sacramento California

Just left purple flowers at the Boy’s graves in Fair Oaks. It’s Day of the Dead. And, a young Buck strolled through!

I included a drawing of some of the flowers that I left at the graves which I had placed in a glass jar. I wrote the following on the same page as the drawing: “The last 3 purple flower stems—in my Chico Slaveway glass Pomegranate Juice Bottle from  Chico, Saturday, in passenger door side pocket.

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Notes: 9/27/2024

The above entries are contained in two pages of my 2015 “airplane” journal. I will post photos of the journal pages and of the journal cover. Later in June, 2015, on a flight home from Portland Oregon, the stewardess saw the Airlplane cover and also commented on it. I think that she asked me what the book was?  

 In the November 2, 2015 entry, I had been visiting my sister in Chico California which is where I bought the Pomegranate juice at the Safeway (Slaveway) store. I stoped off at the Fair Oaks cemetery on my way home to Modesto to visit my Aid’s match Daryl Speichers grave. I had adopted the graves of a dentist and his lover (I assume) across the way from Daryl’s grave through the years. So, if I bring flowerers to Daryl, I leave some for the Dentist and his companion, too. Their grave marker says that he was an oral surgeon.

While at their grave sides on November 2, a deer (Buck) strolled through the cemetery nearby! I have visited the cemetery many times since Daryl’s death in 1987, and had never seen a deer or buck stroll through. I decided it was a symbol of Daryl’s presence being nearby.

In 1986 I was a volunteer for Hand to Hand, an Aids support group that matched volunteers with people with Aids to help them through their illness and death. My first match on December 18, 1986 was Daryl Speicher. He deid from Aids February 3, 1987.

[mc-twizzler]

credit: @cockworkangels

[messrsrarchives]

i have the hardest time keeping up with journals, I constantly forget to write about my life, BUT i have one since i was 16 that I usually write on, once or twice a year. depends on my mood, really. so, back when i was 21 i was severely depressed and constantly misdiagnosed, it was the worst time of my life. anyways, one day, more than a year later, i had then changed doctors, got a proper treatment and was finally feeling like a human being after 5+ years and I decided to write on my journal about how happy i was and then i saw the last passage there, from the year before, and it was something along the lines of how i felt like i kept yelling at people but no one listened to me and i had no idea how to get out and i was too tired to keep going. and it made me feel so!!! because it's one thing when people tell you how much you're doing better, but to feel for yourself, to understand yourself. amazing. so yeah, like, sometimes it is bad for a long time, but it can get better, too. so you're right and there is something poetic about it all.

STOP I LOVE THIS 😭😭 i'm such a journal person they're like a little treasure chest.

i wrote in mine religiously every morning and night from 10-17 but they stop like a few months before i left home. like i didn't even finish the last entry and then it's all blank and i just never bought another

and i have so many things to fill it with 😭😭 like i'm reading words from a 12 year old begging to get out whilst sitting in my uni room after doing just that and just UGH.

AND YES !!! i can sit and say "i'm doing so much better" but to actually READ through it and think about what i would write now??? no i might cry actually.

chat i love journalling i may start again.