#nostaligic

[imhereboo]

[thepumpkiinking]

spongebob 1999, s1 e13 'scaredy pants'

[artemis-pendragon]

I wish it was 2014 again. Like I'd literally give anything. Was everything back then cringe and cursed??? Yeah. But did I experience true joy?? Constantly. Fuck. Unparalleled media age on Tumblr Dot Com.

[0starchild0]

🫧✨ Winx Club Comics/Magazines ✨🫧

[papergirl0]

Running speed trials still standing in place

[peculiar--princess]

I wish I could shrink down in size and be held in Winnie the poohs arms

[phantomram-b00]

So I’m feeling nostalgic for last of us, and just remember replaying the game so many times because of how much I love the game. I love how beautiful it is. I love how tragic it is. I love the characters. I love everything about it. But I think most of all is I love how this story conveys a compelling narrative of the characters but also just how in this apocalypse nothing last forever and the survival and the choices the character make. And how devastating it is, when their own worse fear eventually come true. And how the music can drive the story. Just, as much as I cried at the moments, laugh at their funny scenes, love the character, the story is just a beautiful tragedy and I love it for it

[davey-jones-lock3r]

is this too much to ask for these days??

[saccharinesunbeams]

I live my life with a feeling of constant loss. For every moment I live is one I shall never have again. Every smile I have is one less in my grand total of smiles left to Smile.

I shall never be Here again. In this precise moment. Living this exact life. I walk down the street and I see faces of strangers I may never see again. I see buildings that won't be there forever. I fall into routines which I will someday fall out of.

There are people I may see everyday for a while, and then never again.

I will never feel this exact breeze in my hair. This rain on my face.

Every blade of grass beneath my feet shall grow and die. And the next time I stand in this exact spot trying to grasp on to some semblance of time outside of time. It will not be the same.

Everyday when I look in my bathroom mirror: I may not notice it, but I look ever so slightly different. I am different.

Everyday I think new thoughts. Or maybe the same old thoughts but in different circumstance. Different lighting or angle.

Nothing is steady or certain.

I know it is moving and yet I cannot hold on.

For that is the universal experience of being human: the moving. The living.

And I hate it sometimes. Most of the time. The Moving. But I do not hate the living. Not all the time. And I suppose if the loss is living then I should not hate the loss either.

[laflamejpeg]

80’s Airline Timetables.

[imhereboo]

[sameaslastnight]

is a date like this too much to ask for 😩😩

[trainwreckrenegade]

[sudsy-moonbeams]

🎭🧸I SPY🗝️🦋

(1992)

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{my I-SPY books were my proudest collection when I was little~ I had every one I could get my hands on and me and my sisters would rank our favorite pages~}

[rebelsouljah]

[emloong]

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