Today I went on an adventure through my tumblr archive. I’ve been on here for almost exactly one year now. It’s so odd/cool to see how your blog changes and grows, how you subconciously catlogue your life. You may not realize it, but I look at a picture that I reblogged at a certain day one month, and I remember how I felt. I remember what state of mind I was in, how stressed I was, who I was thinking about, what I had on my to-do list.
But I did notice that I used to write a lot more. I used to sit infront of this white box until I wrote something, because I knew that tumblr would force something out of me. Now I don’t do that as much. I type a two-liner and then keep scrolling. I’m thinking I want to make an effort to change that.
Of course I will remain the reblogging fiend that I have always been, but watch out. It may get personal.
SO ON THAT NOTE, help me out. I have a writing assignment for my Eng103 and I’m stuck in a puddle of memory-mud. I have to write a personal essay about a meaningful moment/place/experience in my life. I know that you guys can’t pick one of my memories for me, but tell me some of yours, just to get the ball rolling. Help me think.
So tell me, what is one small, concentrated moment in your past that you would write about, if you were so inclined?
is odd. We’ve always been a unit, never split. To be one away from the other four, to be on the other side of a line, feels……just odd.
I never realized how much you absorb of people just by being next to them, around them. It was just wierd having to have a normal back and forth conversation, where we had to think of questions to ask, topics to cover. we never did that. we just were. I can’t wait to see them in person again.