it is the year 2050. gender in terms of male/female has been replaced with human/dancer. a woman in the delivery room has just given birth and as the doctor pulls the child from her womb she gasps “is it human… or is it dancer?” the doctor cuts the cord and announces, “it’s human.” nobody notices the father’s face darken. he wanted a dancer
“Friends. A simple word isn’t it? It’s uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touch your hearts. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs, and smiles. You’re tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thin in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.”—Unknown (via skeletales)
Fandoms are special. We squeal, freak out, and cry together. One day in the future, you might just be working in your 9-to-5 office, lazing away the day. Something will spark in your memory, and you'll type in that familiar URL. The blogs you never unfollowed will be untouched and pristine on your dash. Many of your friends have grown up as well, but you still can't help but look at all the people you used to talk to all those years ago. Things will come flooding back, and you'll remember those years spent on your computer, laughing and yelling and agreeing as people just went crazy. You'll remember those nights you spent up all night with your friend, talking about the traits of a certain character, or how great it would be if this or that happened. You'll recall those awesome blogs you always admired. You'll feel a brief moment of nostalgia. You'll click back to your dash- it's empty now. Without a moment's hesitation, you'll go and type out, "Hey, is anyone out there?", and just like all those years ago, you'll eagerly await a response.
If we’re going to be internet friends, can we just forget about the awkward beginning stage where we’re not entirely sure what to say to each other and just skip to the part where we call each other assholes and talk about butts?