I’m quite sure no one still looks at this tumblr anymore. Did tumblr just become part of the past? Is it only for the young? Or did we just lose our since of imagination for the things we care about, not have time for art, and quirky posts.
When I look back on my post I feel I’ve shoved my passions aside. I have not put time into taking photos or making watercolor in so long. I work extra hours sometimes and the only thing that seems to matter is having clean clothes, impressing the boss, and sleep. if I don’t set my mind to remember that my life isn’t there.Â
When I look at my personal posts I was jealous of that person for a moment. But then I remember that the good times have been replaced by others. If every lovely moment I’ve had since then was stringed together I’m sure it would look delightful. My cats in these old photos have passed on but I have two amazing new black cats. I don’t spend time at the book store anymore but now I have the money to buy books and read whenever I want.
I moved and have a apartment now. I can do what I want when I want. I cook the food I want and buy it on my own. Sometimes I pay extra for vegetables at Whole Foods and like to think that my life is heightened and some way.
I’m not sure of the point of this post. I’m not sure if it’s sad or happy, I guess it is kind of middle of the road. The life I used to have is gone though, destroyed before I left it. I don’t miss it really, it’s tainted with the moments that weren’t good. Really I just wanted to look back to make sure it really happened.
XOXO
I’m going to make something and not forget to be creative and happy, Â
