HELLO!

Hi! I retrieved my username and password for this account and decided to come in here again after logging out 5 years ago.

My name is Kath and I made this Tumblr account 10 years ago :)

It felt pretty amazing coming in here again and seeing all the life I was living until 5 years ago. I think teenager me made some friends here but sadly, I don’t remember them nor do I think they remember me. But I’ve been stalking my profile and wow the last time I was here was when I was 18 and still in uni.

Life update! I’m 23 now and I graduated Journalism and currently working as a Journalist! It’s fun at work because it’s something that I love doing and I guess I am living my dream. 15 year old me would never even think I’ll make it. And I’m still alive! I sort of try to celebrate my life every month as a reminder of me almost losing it 2 years ago.

Even though I used to think I’m wasting my time here, I would let 15 year old me snuggle in the corner of my bed again and suck up all the information I learned here on Tumblr because believe it or not all those information floating around here? I’ve been using some of it at work. All those people who made a Masterlist of anything they think are helpful, I applaud you.

This blog is an amalgamation of all the things that I loved. All the literature and films and TV shows that pulled me in to their world. I thought I’d never get out and I didn’t want to leave. I thought I’d be that girl that gets swallowed by a book and finish it in a day or two forever. Don’t get me wrong I still love reading, I just can’t read a lot anymore. Not as much as I used to. I’m looking at all the stuff I used to nerd about and I’m near tears. (They don’t call it nerding anymore right?)

All these worlds that I used to be mine. I still treasure them, but not in the way I was invested in them back then. But if there is one thing I regret is that I let my love for these things wane. I do not regret all the times I spent here and I am so thankful. They were beautiful beautiful memories. 

I don’t know if the people who followed this blog are still active but if you are and you’re reading this: I hope you have a good life. I hope you live a happy life and I hope you make choices without regret. I hope you create beautiful memories that you can hang on to if life gets tiring. I hope you continue to add definition to your own life and never let anyone else’s narrative define you. I hope you are surrounded with people who empower and uplift you and let’s your voice be heard. I hope you know that there is only one you in the world and none of the impact you made or the marks you leave, big or small, are replaceable. 

I don’t know if I’ll still come here as often. And I also don’t have plans to delete this account. Maybe I’ll log in every now and then and try to find some old post I can laugh or cringe about.

See ya!

andreii-tarkovsky:

man, usually after elections some people are supposed to party and other just to be disappointed and that’s it but not the point of people urging others to not commit suicide, families planning to leave, parents instructing their children what to do if they’re detained, people wondering if it’s safe to showcase their faith or orientation in public, this shit ain’t right, this is not acceptable. 

Reblog this if your blog is a safe haven for ALL non-white, disabled, trans, queer, and/or women, and your ask box is open to anyone who needs it tonight, or anytime, for the next few years.

eveningdreams:

Fuck anyone who says “why do you care about the election - you don’t even live in America.” Even if we forget for a moment that the U.S is arguably one of the most influential governments in the world and what they do effects us all, a basic sense of human empathy is what makes those living outside of America so terrified. We’re scared for every woman who is going to be denied access to an abortion and those who will inevitably die in an attempt to access an illegal one. We’re scared for every person who will seek asylum from war and poverty but will be denied compassion. We’re scared for LGBT+ people who don’t feel safe in their own communities. We’re scared for people of colour and the institutionalised oppression that they experience every day. We’re scared for victims of sexual assault knowing that their President invalidates and trivialises their experiences. We’re scared for our ailing environment. I could go on forever. We’re scared and sad and angry and disgusted that someone so vile, so comically ridiculous will probably be elected as the leader of the free world. Sometimes the bad guy wins and, in this case, it’s fucking scary because the bad guy has the power to make or break the lives of hundreds of millions of people. You don’t need to live in America to understand that, you just have to have some sense of human compassion.