Google hasn't made any new comeback, no. I just think people are getting more hyped about him since his appearance was so resent. The fights have been mostly about Sean moving/a parody he made. People are worried about him becoming a jerk and stuff, and those people are getting a ton of hate from others
Romance questions??? Now??? Agh, I’m totally unprepared, I just—okay, I—I know how to answer these, I really do, just, now you’re bringing stuff like Pacifica and Wendy into it? I mean—it’s just like—Uuuuuuugh, why is this so embarrassing?
Gah. Fine. Okay. I’ve been, uh, I’ve been thinking it over, and…geez…guess now’s a better time than ever to just spit it out.
So…yeah. Here goes.
I dunno if you guys heard, but uh, I told Wendy how I felt. And yeah, that went…pretty well, I guess. In retrospect.
And recently, I learned that Pacifica Northwest isn’t exactly…the worst? Alright, alright, I admit it, I was wrong! It happens, c’mon.
Basically, a lot’s changed since I first arrived at The Mystery Shack and developed that, um, that wild crush thing outta the blue.
But here’s the tricky part. See, whenever romance comes into the picture, I can’t help but think back to all Mabel’s been through. Sure, she’s a lot, uh…well, a lot hastier when it comes to her crushes and stuff. But still–I’m sure having a whole scrapbook page dedicated to “failed summer romances” feels pretty awful.
And after seeing Mabel nearly use the memory gun to deal with it all? Well, I dunno…it got me thinking, I guess.
Romance, crushes, love, all that…It’s scary, y’know? It’s something really…really special…but also something really fragile, and it should be treated that way. Sure, sometimes you can’t help having crushes, and sometimes, they get way outta hand (believe me, I know), but in the end you still gotta remember that the person you’re crushing on is still a person.
And sometimes, I dunno…you just don’t wanna ruin the relationship you already have, romantic or not.
Crushes can be wonderful a—and horrible, embarrassing and hilarious, and even, like, awkwardly sweaty…Uh, but the point is, sometimes things like that take a lot of effort, and part of that effort is getting yourself to the point where you’re willing to face rejection.
Even if it hurts. Real bad.
Heck, sometimes you can even mistake a really good friendship for a crush, when it’s just like, a really strong urge of wanting to help, y’know? Trust me, all this puberty junk makes for a really confusing time. Not fun.
So yeah, I admit, I had a crush on Wendy, and maybe even a tiny one on Pacifica. Heck, I even had a couple crushes on some of the girls back home a while back (don’t tell Mabel, she’ll go berserk). But right now, I’ve charted it all out, weighed my options, and honestly? Romance just isn’t my priority right now.
I mean, think about it! Between the secrets of the journals, discovering Grunkle Ford, and all the other mysteries Gravity Falls has to offer, I’ve got my hands full! I mean, yeah, maybe something’ll spring up in the future–another random crush come out of nowhere to ruin my life or whatever. But in the meantime, I’ve got pretty much everything I want right in front of me, and cause of that, well…I think I’ll get by.
And besides, it’s like I tell Mabel whenever she gets upset about this kind of stuff: In the end, we’re only twelve.
…I think we’ve got plenty of time to figure these things out.
i. I am going to wake up early after a night of wishing to the stars that you’ll come back to me. I’m going to wake up with the other side of my bed empty since the day you left. And when I do, I am going to smile and my smile will be brighter than the potted flowers blooming on my windowsill. And no! No. No. No. I don’t have any plans of throwing away your second anniversary gift you gave. Because in my heart, I have forgiven you the second you stepped out of the door with your luggage following you like a lost puppy – like me.
ii. All of the photographs I have taken two to three years ago will be kept in one box and every handwritten letter you gave me will be scattered in between the pages of my books. I will keep all of them because in five or six or seven or eight or nine or ten or twenty or thirty years from now, I am going smile and remember how I survived a heartbreak that forced me to rip out my broken heart and piece them back together the way my mother used to stitch my tattered uniform for school. In a separate box, I will hide the small pieces of broken cups that were once filled with the hot blend of coffee you left untouched on the table. And when I look at it, I will smile and remind myself never to prepare black coffee for my future lover.
iii. You know how I feel? You left me for months. But I was always there for you. When you came back, I welcomed you with open arms. You know how it makes me feel? Hurt. Hurt like the way my father’s hand left a purple mark on my mother’s gentle looking face. Hurt like the way I burnt my tongue with the soup my grandmother left for me when she found out that I, I, I was no longer ensnared by the chains of bulimia. Words are not enough to explain the pain I have right now. Cut ties with me? Relationshit? Wow. I feel so stupid for actually holding on for so long when all I, I, I ever felt was a fucking option. When I will never be the girl you will be proud of to call yours. You know how I feel? Fucking hurt, that’s what. Entry #421 – February 12, 2012 And my journal will be a testimony to how the saying “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” somewhat applied to the life of my eighteen year old self have had.
iv. I will lie down on my bed, stripped off of my preconceived notions about love and about you. I will lie down on my bed, naked, and I will feel the velvet of my sheets against the cracks of my skin. Slowly, little by little, tranquility will seep through my spine and one by one, my bones will tremble until I feel my body come alive with life. I will sleep tonight with nothing but my skin and I will be happy. I will love every inch, every mountain, every valley, every beautifully carved crevices of my body because breaking up with you made me look at the mirror and see a wonderfully molded girl with beauty, frailty, strength, happiness, hope, love, optimism, tomorrow, rainbows, roses, laughter and so many beautiful words written all over the body she once hated. I will sleep tonight with a smile on my face. I will wake up tomorrow, with nothing but a smile brighter than the gentle sun. And this is how I will forget you.
Hi im a little n00b over here and I don't understand the theory of jin being dead?? Could you explain?
I’M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO GET LIKE THIS BUT I JUST FEEL SO STRONGLY FOR BANGTAN AND TBH I GOT REALLY SAD WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE I DON’T EVEN WANT TO THINK OF JIN BEING DEAD NOPE NOPE NOPE NO THANKS BIGHIT PLEASE TAKE 10 000 STEPS AWAY FROM ME AND LET ME BE HAPPY PLS
Also, I’m not saying that this is 100% a correct theory. I can see some flaws, and I can also see some supporting for other theories, such as a rumoured ‘Peter Pan’ theory and ‘Alternate Universe’ theory that I really wanna get around to reading because maybe it won’t hurt me as much as this theory does