«∞here's to the tumblr kids∞«

imagine thanks to lovethispics

Our flat ironed hair goes to messy buns. We put on some pajama shorts and high knee socks. We forget about all the drama that happened before because for us it doesn't matter. We are bedroom goals, beach pictures and nothing will get in our way from our computers. We all do this for our fandoms, for our families outside of blood. This is for tumblr.  This is for the tumblr kids. This is for the girls with high expectations, that want the things they can't have. This is for the boys who want to be that boy, the one all the girls talk about. This is for the girls writing imagines about a person they've never met but some how still love them anyhow. For the boys who love the kid shows and books. For the kids who would do anything for fanmily (fandom family). We are the kids you wouldn't expect to say these things, but we do anyway. Dreaming about the One True Pair (my OTP don't you judge)  or those perfect sunset pictures. So let's cheers, here's to the kids who want more then the black and white polaroid picture. Here's to the artists who find an outlet, to the writers who pour their hearts out in a single poem, and to the game changers who find a way to transform a single post into a different life. Everyone telling us to get off the shiny glowing screens, but we won't. Only because we are in the only place where hobbits talk to shadowhunters, where you watch as a Directioner and a Potterhead fight about the difference between being an atheist and not believing in G*d. We get to watch as the boy in Arizona who sits in the back of the class finally talks to the loud and outgoing girl in New York. Make fun of us sure, say we are just scared teens who are to addicted to our computers to go outside. We write a new world inside of very favorite books, rewrite an ending in so many different ways. (SPOILERS ALERT NOT REALLY THOUGH) For us this time Tris isn't gonna die, Draco and Harry will realize they love each other. Or they will rewrite their own story, this time he won't lie to me, this time she'll believe me. Here's to the tumblr kids, the one's who find an outlet. Here's to the kids who live by music lyrics.  This one's for the kids who don't really seem to care but actually care too much. Because if it wasn't for us who comedians make stereotypes about. Because who would the author's write their tragic characters after. We fill in the spaces people think that are empty. We are the unknowns, we are the spaces that don't need to be filled. So here's to us. This blog post is for the broken and unbroken, for the naive and knowing, for the girls and boys. This was for the tumblr kids.

It's Just A Book

Getting Lost
Picture thanks to Pintrest.com

It's just a page. Just a story, a few words connecting others to the characters. But that page was home, each and every word containing apart of her tragically beautiful story. Written by a person who didn't even know her, yet it flowed so easily. They understood her and her beating heart. With wide eyes and shaking hands she turned a page, hoping that her world didn't change. But it did and down the rabbit hole she goes. Hoping the demons won't reach her and her world won't change again.  The authors of her stories taught that change is scary and you lose everything. And then it ends, the entire story just collapses, now she's not the character they made her. Just an abused withered out idea. All because her book ended. 

So maybe that girl was you and maybe that girl was me. When I was moving I had to pack a lot things, but I made sure to keep my books.. Those stories helped me cling on to myself as it seemed that my whole world was changing. As my world started to spin the only still words were the ones I found in books. Alice always went down the rabbit hole. Harry always killed Voldemort. Bilbo always went with Gandalf. Everything always seem to turn our ok, except when it didn't (Allegiant) Those never changed, I could move away and those words will still be the same.  It wasn't that I read because I didn't have anything to do but I needed comfort. If my brothers or sister were gone I found it nice to read any books I could get my hands on. I know that sounds quite nerdy but I really don't care. My name is Reede for goodness sake. I was meant to love books. Growing up an English teacher's daughter, books were everywhere. All the way from Shakespeare to Collins I could find and read. Every paper cut, late nights, and endings always seemed worth it to me.

It wasn't until late seventh grade did I realize that I could have as much fun as I did reading my books. Again back off I know I'm a nerd. Anyway, I dropped my books and started living. It was fun but I wasn't as comfortable. Not every place you go to is as welcoming as your bed. When I found out I was moving books kinda helped save me. Even though change can be good and all that. But I  still needed those stable stories. The stories that I already knew weren't going to change. So again Alice went down the rabbit hole. Harry killed Voldemort once again. Bilbo went with Gandalf once more. My heroes always won. They didn't just end saving the day, they ended saving me. It wasn't that I was stranded, I just needed a little help finding my way. It's just a page. Just a story, a few words connecting others to the characters. It's just a book sorting pointless words together. But for her or for me, it was so much more than that.