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We Will Fall Together

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell (via avvfvl)

(Source: neonenjoysign, via themodernnracket)



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I can’t get over how fucking annoying 100 Happy Days posts are. Just have to say that.


Just saw “If I Stay” with a few friends, and while it sort of made me cry and feel lots of things, I can’t exactly say I liked it..? I wish that there could be more movies with love stories that 

  • are inspiring
  • but don’t give people unrealistic expectations for relationships
  • don’t give people unrealistic expectations for relationships
  • Stop giving people unrealistic expectations for relationships


Other than that, I found the whole Juilliard story interesting and all because once upon a time I was that girl auditioning for Eastman and dreaming of crazy things and having to make a lot of the same decisions regarding relationships and wishing that people could hear me through music instead of my words and while I love the path I decided to take, I haven’t considered those things in the longest time and it just makes me remember when that was my whole world. 


I was really excited to not have to deal with flute studio/music school shenanigans this semester until I remembered that Ian Clarke is having a master class with our studio and our flute ensemble is performing “Within” for him and I wanted to be in within the last time we played it two years ago, but no I just let all the crazies who were overly vocal about their love for Ian Clarke (which was just about everybody) do it, AND NOW THEY’RE DOING IT AGAIN, EXCEPT FOR IAN CLARKE IN PERSON



A friend just tweeted “do me re sol” and I feel like the worlds saddest nerd because I read it thinking “oh, nice, mockingjay call” I don’t think it was supposed to be that easy


Anonymous said: Post a selfie please

Maybe later :p


Nothing makes me happier than the fact that I can sing my own songs in the shower.

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