cyr vincent

Sorry my dudes if this is annoying, but I just remade a new Tumblr and I need people to follow

Like this if you post or reblog any of the following and I’ll follow (it’d be cool if you follow me back if you do like the same stuff)

YouTubers:
Filthy Frank
iDubbbz
MaxMoeFoe
Pyrocynical
JacksFilms
H3H3
Cyr
I Hate Everything
Brandon Rogers
David Dobrik
Liza Koshy
Christine Sydelko
Elijah Daniels
Jenna Marbles
Pewdiepie
Phillip Defranco

Drag Queens:
Trixie Mattel
Katya
Willam
Bob the Drag Queen
Laila McQueen
Kim Chi
Alaska Thunderfuck
Sharon Needles

Music:
Marina and the Diamonds
Purity Ring
Lady Gaga
Bridgit Mendler
Jon Bellion
Childish Gambino
The Neighbourhood
Frank Ocean
Cage the Elephant
Young the Giant
Twenty One Pilots
Panic! At The Disco
Fall Out Boy
Watsky

TV Shows & Movies:
Freaks and Geeks
Glee
Orange is the New Black
Shameless
Stranger Things
Parks and Recreation
The Office
iZombie
Catfish
Bates Motel

Heathers
The Goonies
The Shining
Coraline
The Princess Bride
10 Things I Hate About You
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Psycho

Games:
Life is Strange
Undertale
Resident Evil

Curiosity is a torn leaf

One of my favorite memories as a child growing up in Ohio was how often I used to climb trees. I remember there was this one tree specifically that was on the side of my house. It had a cut off branch near the bottom. I always imagined what it would be like to be taller than it. I remember the leaves were strong and green and I used to tear them off and rip them into little pieces. I regret it, but I used to take off little pieces of bark because it was so smooth, but I know it was ok. I used to imagine that it was some form of evolved skin. I would climb up into the tree at the height of my bedroom window on the second floor. I remember looking into my window when I was in that tree, seeing into my room, looking at my bed and never seeing myself there.

Some days and some nights I would be laying in my bed, looking out that same window, at the same branches that I used to climb. I could see myself sitting in the tree alone. Looking back at myself. Curious eyes, and maybe a smile. It was moments like that, in which I told myself that it was okay to be my only best friend. Things didn’t feel so lonely like that. I didn’t realize I was lonely, I just thought that’s how it was. I didn’t cry because I was thankful to have myself. I wonder if because of that tree, I somehow managed to identify with myself better as a child than I can now. Maybe that thought makes me cry sometimes.

One year ago, I went back to Ohio for christmas. We haven’t lived in that house since 2005. The tree has since been cut down by the current owners. Ten years of distance between me and my childhood, and I was finally taller than that tree.

But I know it is ok.

Curiosity is a torn leaf.

“Family’s all you got, whether it’s the family you’re born with or the family you create.” ~ Kian Lawley