#where i’m from

[cigarettewinestain]

Morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs

[dillweed1236]

(1993) Digable Planets - Where I’m From

[sometimes-i-write-good]

okay but if I possibly (and by possibly I mean I’m in the middle of writing it) made a part two to “Where I’m From” who would want to read it ???

[adulting-sucks]

wait so why do british people not pronounce water bottle properly lol you didn't answer the question :(

Well, I’m not sure what is proper pronunciation as it’s different for us all.

I mean, in Barbieworld, we call it hydration cylinder. Anyone want to chime in?

[ek-phrase-is]

Sixteen

Three years old.

Purple flowers in the front yard

Mom and dad’s red-and-cream sheets

Moving boxes.

Three and a half.

Bunk beds I don’t remember

Desert rocks

Packing tape.

Four.

Training wheels, riding in the ditch out back

The driveway with the ants out front

U-Haul trucks.

Five.

Bushes out front with red berries. The tree in the yard with green ones,

And the big, towering branches in the back

That rained crab apples in the fall

When we’d rake the whole yard

To make a pile under The Climbing Tree

So we could swing from the branches into it

One at a time.

Nerf wars in a world covered in white,

Pretending to snowboard down our little hill

Climbing the mountain the snowplow left on the empty side of our cul-de-sac

Trampoline springs and mud castles and cicadas and bikes and sprinklers and snow boots

And freedom and childhood and carelessness and home

And moving boxes.

Ten.

I leave my childhood behind

It doesn’t snow in Las Vegas.

Fourteen.

I am still growing.

I don’t know where I’m from.

[eruditetyro]

good morning let’s hear it for Mildly Cool Outside a round of applause for Mildly Cool Outside

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[chloesimaginationthings]

Where the nightmares began in FNAF 4..

[xoladybuggie]

i wrote this poem in class a long time ago and i wanted to share it

i am from poem

I am from the lively white house, from the burgundy trim glowing against the paleness,

From the scent of freshly cooked bacon and cigarette smoke.

This is where i am from, the one place i can breathe, the one place i can live.

I also am from the house of blue.

From the old bright sky blue standing out in a street of pale white houses, crumbling at the wind.

From the house where i always am welcome, from

the house where all of my memories have arose, all have been made.

From the house i lost my favorite person in and the house where i found myself in.

I am from the scent of warm apple pie

And from the smell of cinnamon flowing through, mixing with the comforting aroma of smoke.

I am from the deep blue room, the blue room where i have laughed and cried,

From the blue room where i met my found family.

I am from the blue room where i stared at the butterflies that are painted on the wall,

From the place i never once was interrupted.

From the room where i learned what its like to feel loved, and not just by family.

I am from the blue room.

From where i learned what a connection that was more than just found family is like.

I am from the blue room, and the blue room is the place where i learned true friendship.

I am from the metal roses found at the renaissance fair

From the forest green candle that smells like evergreen,

From the lamp with the painted shade.

I am from the blue and pink stars on my calendar and the drawings i have taped on my walls.

I am from eating homemade potato soup on the first day of fall,

From hugging my cat everytime i leave my moms house

From the sound of “Youre crazy!” and laughing over any dirty joke.

I am from losing 3 of my favorite people to suicide and one to heart failure in one year.

I am from the tears shed over the movie “Remember the titans” every saturday night.

I am from the soft rain on pattering on the windowsill as i run out the front door to play in mud.

I am from the paint splattered on my hands and clothes, the charcoal stains on my fingers.

I am from the love of my friends and family.

From the sound of heavy bass and blasting guitar while i clean the house with my mom.

From the sound of “Voices in my head” by falling in reverse dancing with my little brother.

From the feeling of warmth i get when my stepdad calls me his daughter.

From the despair i feel when my stepsister gets hurt

From the anger i felt when i heard my little sister was being bullied.

From the love i feel when my little sister hugs me everyday when i get home from school.

I am from the memories i have made, and the people i have loved.

I am from my heart

[thesingalongsong]

“It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm

'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms

The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts

My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work,”

[senselessravenclaw]

Where I’m From

I am from fluffy socks, crinkled pages,

and bleeding ink.

I am from ardent spirits, coffin nails,

and forgotten promises.

From the blanket forts on a rainy day,

to the spooky stories in a power outage.

With evenings full of pitchy tunes

now found 1,328.4 miles away.

Christmas Eve hidden away in Great Grandma's old fireplace

faded to restless nights spent staring at the spotted ceiling.

And, like always, early, early Christmas mornings spent around the (of course fake) tree.

The goofy toothless smiles shared around the campfire

as our faces became sticky from roasted smores',

became half present minds searching for "the meaning of life".

Way above, atop the highest shelves,

lay many generations put to rest.

Memories stuck in time, unfazed by the constant change of the world.

A wall, once bare,

now overflowing with faces from the past

and present

awaiting the future.

[yujateaandpi]

Holographic glitter fairy kitten sweater! Ford and Mabel needed way more screen time on the show. I like to think that Dipper is someone Ford can pass a legacy to, but Mabel is someone who taught Ford how to find joy. After a lifetime of using his talents to fuel his ambitions or survival, it would be so heartwarming to see him invent just to make his girly little niece smile.

[aaronstveit]

if you’re cold, she’s cold. let her in your window

[sofiaruelle]

❄️☃️The SDV Girlies in their winter garb!☃️❄️

One side how i interpreted their lil avatars and then the other side is just me playing dress up lmao.

“Bois when?” Dunno. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I will if anyone donates screenshots.

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”