the coolest thing about green day’s discography is the fact that you can literally grow up with them by listening to their albums in order.
a 17 year old singing about crushes and being scared about their future. a 23 year old singing about anxiety and starting a family. a 32 year old singing about their anger and dissatisfaction with the government and world events. a 45 year old singing about overcoming addiction and reflecting on past experiences.
and all this just makes me feel so much….relief. because all my current struggle are only temporary and even though i feel consumed by them right now, one day i’ll grow up and be so happy and look back at all this and realize that it’s all in the past.
Everyone at the watch point thinks that genji is super chill cause he meditates all the time and hes found perfect inner peace. Really every time hes mad and his dragon restless hes got a bunch of magnets that he tries to stealth stick to zenyatta without him finding out. Zenyatta knows this and genji knows he knows but still lets him do it.
When hanzo asked zen why he plays along, he just tells him that despite genjis youthful rebellion he never really had much chance at a healthy childhood did he and if this helps genji achieve peace its worth it.
The next week when mccree drags homself half asleep for his morning coffee in the kitchen after a tricky mission in hanamura, no one mentions the magnet stuck to the back of the cowboys arm. Nor the small snout poking out from under his serepe.
the cicadas are singing / the cicadas are dying in droves. they are droning graveyard hymns so relentlessly i have to wonder: is it their funeral or mine? maybe i am the one being buried here under the summer heat. maybe i should be mourning too.
dear dante, do you wear shoes in chicago? what i mean is: will you still be the same as i remembered? and do i want you to be the same? you can’t answer these questions; i’m just wondering, i guess. just wishing something could be different even though i don’t know what.
dear ari, chicago is too full of shoes; not enough birds / not enough dreams. i miss swimming, and i miss you— can i say this, at least? i almost miss el paso, but the memories of home are starting to blur. everything hazy except you’re always in sharp focus. you can’t answer but i’m also wondering: if i held your hand, could we make it through all these faded june afternoons?
(maybe. i don’t know. i don’t know—)
if we carried hope into a thunderstorm could we finally taste the rain?
aries in the houses: what you make your own
taurus in the houses: what you need to be comfortable
gemini in the houses: what you’re constantly learning about
cancer in the houses: what you bring to life
leo in the houses: what you love so much that you must share
virgo in the houses: what you perfect
libra in the houses: what you’re devoted to
scorpio in the houses: where you have to learn about yourself to understand the house
sagittarius in the houses: where you are inspired and must inspire others
capricorn in the houses: where the means and the end are the same
aquarius in the houses: your place in the world
pisces in the houses: where you must go above and beyond to give of yourself
My significant other motivates me, and so should yours. If you need time for yourself or to make yourself better. You can do the things you need to.
They teach me what they’ve learned, allow me to work, see the things I can do and he pushes me to the good things and vice-versa.
I see them more like a soul and I’ve accepted things in life. I’m just happy I’ve found someone to see a future with, that I can tell people about. Share advice, knowledge, and thoughts.
There’s so much future. If you don’t motivate, carry, and take care of the things you love, express/support them and your relationship then nobody probably will. I’m straight, and in love. I’m dreaming for all of you too.
A/N: So for some reason I’m super stocked about sharing this. I have an idea for a part two involving some smutty, smutty action, so let me know if you’re down for that. I would love feedback on this one. Also I know the year doesn’t match what happened in reality, but it’s fiction so I can change it.
Word count: 1,920
March 1 st
From y/n: Your mom said you were back in town? Want to
meet up for coffee?
You felt your heart race only half a
second after you sent the message. Today was the day. Today was the day to tell
Shawn how you really felt about him. He’d been gone for months and you’d spend
those months debating whether or not come clean, but this was draining you to
keep in and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bare it.