ladyislingering

Being twenty-five kind of blows tbh

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Isbjørn

I'm having mixed feelings about being fifteen

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grindy

I enjoyed it.
You must be doing it wrong.

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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.

Frownland

I think being LiL probably blows.

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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

Pet_Sounds

Oh, I just remembered even earlier. September 11, 2001 - would have been sixteen months. I remember my mom crying and my dad plaing The Beach Boys' "Warmth of the Sun" over and over again. Funny how they start coming back when you focus.

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Everybody's dying just to get the disease

Machine

Same here, it's not all bad though

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boost my ego

listen to me stroke my delay pedal

ever wanted to hear death grips songs... but they're acoustic? me neither.

grindy

Woah.
That's early.
Woah.
I just fully realized our age difference.

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ladyislingering

nah, it's cool most of the time.

I just get sad/bored/complacent sometimes and shit gets kind of blah.

but it's cool to be me.

I'm kind of in that situation where most people I know are younger than I am and all hyped about being 21 and I'm totally over everything that excites them. but then other people I know are significantly older than I am, and we don't really relate. It's such an awkward in-between state.

Why is this so weird to me?

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Chula Vista

Ya, same here. 9/11 was the first time my daughter saw me cry.

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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well,
on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”

ladyislingering

9/11 was one of the most absolutely gripping things I had ever seen on tv. Class was essentially cancelled for the day because nobody could really fully absorb what had happened and it was just so shocking to see someone fly a fucking plane into a building.

It was raining that morning. My (grade 7?) social studies teacher, who was typically a loud-mouthed republican asshole, said nothing. Nothing. We all sat in silence.

Does anyone remember watching Princess Diana's funeral? I hadn't sobbed so much as a child, as I did over that.

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