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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jun 11, 2015 15:02:37 GMT
Christopher Lee died.Death himself has died. Saruman has gone to the Gray Havens. Dracula has turned to dust. A great voice of metal has been silenced. In short, farewell to one of the greatest badasses who ever lived. :-( What the hell, 2015. Why do people keep dying?
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jun 13, 2015 3:37:53 GMT
It makes me wonder if most of our heroes are from our grandparents' generations. Maybe this is one of those rituals of growing older - you reach a point where the most admired people belong to a new generation and we can't look at them the way younger people do because we've seen too much of their development. The heroes and legends are people we simply can't imagine as awkward newbies, so once the baton is passed to people we've seen before they were at the height of their powers, it's no longer the same feeling.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jun 14, 2015 21:14:11 GMT
It's like looking at all the "old" people when you were a teenager and just waiting for the moment when your life would stop being so confusing and you'd have it all together.
Then getting older and finding out that older people are only better at hiding the fact that they're confused and pretending to have it all together.
Or maybe it's just the age of the internet. There was a time when famous people were mysterious super-human figures living in that mythical romanticized realm known as Hollywood/Writerland/The Eldritch Lair of the Artist, and they put stuff out when they put stuff out. Now that's gone out of fashion and everyone's supposed to be super active on social media and reveal everything about themselves to show that they're as human as the rest.
*Sighs at the state of the world*
*Realizes that would-be famous authors aren't exempt from this, takes look at her cricket-infested abandoned social media places, bites nails*
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Post by butterflywings on Oct 2, 2015 2:06:13 GMT
Ahh. Social media. What a mess. I hate social media. I like to be ME without offending the people that just *think* they know the real me and really have no idea what really lurks inside.
sigh.
Parental and sibling expectations aside, is there anywhere you feel like you are really yourself? I, maybe, wear too many hats. School, family, work, hobbies, etc. I wish I could just be butterflywings and write.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Oct 2, 2015 5:47:51 GMT
There's me. the people that just *think* they know the real me and really have no idea what really lurks inside. There's everyone who isn't me. Anywhere I feel like myself? Try when. I haven't felt like myself in years. Sometimes I wonder if I'll forget how, if it goes on long enough. I think we all wear too many hats. We all get pulled in different directions by the many faces of the world. Writing by myself is the only way I can even come close to being my true self.
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