Green Day - "Wake Me Up When September Ends" (American Idiot 2004)
"As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost. Wake me up, when September ends."
Happy first of September! ^u^ My first day of school is tomorrow, eek!
An opinion without 3.14159 is just an onion.
Guys this isnt even funny. Please stop.
if you have social anxiety and you made that phone call or put in that resume or told that person they’re funny or woke up today I am so proud of you and even if you didn’t do those things I am still proud of you okay
Stumbled upon this little guy this afternoon
I don’t have my glasses on and I thought this was a raw chicken breast in the forest.
Can we help you?
hi so my friend alice has been missing for over 24 hours now and everyone is getting really worried, so if you live around london uk would you please ring 101 if you see this girl, it would mean a lot thank you bye
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-28997068 this bbc news story explains more about it so please help if you can #findalice
Please help find Alice - west London - URGENT help needed
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS
she was last seen in Kew by the canal, but she could have walked anywhere from there
shes only 14 and has health problems that make her seriously vulnerable
another pic of her:
REBLOG YOU NEVER KNOW IF ANY OF YOUR FOLLOWERS MAY LIVE IN WEST LONDON AND KNOW SOMETHING THAT COULD HELP
People on here get so attached to their favorite actors but I have so many shows and other actors that when one pisses me off or get tired of him/her I just untrack and quickly replace. Life is too short to let you waste space on my tracked tags. That’s my philosophy.
Listen to this wonderful lady! She’s brilliant!
A/N: So I am due to be up in an hour for shooting, but this story, I guess if you can call it that, struck me just, as I was trying to fall back asleep. Most importantly, this story is about Zendaya. It does have elements of Valdaya, but it being Zendaya’s birthday, I thought it was important to point out just how amazing of a person she is. Additionally, this story is a bit personal because I went through (and continue going through) a bit of an existential crisis, when I turned 18. On the surface, turning 18, always seemed like such a fun rite of passage, but society seems to think that because you are 17 one day and 18 the next, you have “changed”. You can now love who you want. You can join the army. Smoke cigarettes. Go to college. No longer be your parents’ responsibility. Make choices that will affect the rest of your life, when just a few days ago, you had to ask your teacher to use the restroom. Yes, turning 18 is exciting and a privilege that billions of people never got to have, but it is also a life-changing event. Paradoxically, it really isn’t that big of a deal. It’s just what society makes of it. It’s just the change of a number, not the change of the person you are.
Anyway, happy birthday, Zendaya, and I wish you an adulthood full of happiness and joy - the same joy that you have given us and so many others.
Adult (n.) - one having attained full size and strength
"Surprise!" The minutes’ spot rolled back to 0, and just like that everything changed.
The world was ready to tear her apart by the seams, as she could no longer hide behind immaturity of being an adolescent. Yes, that moment before you turn 18, you are just a child, but in an instant, something is supposed to change in you. It is supposed to suddenly make you capable of taking on the world single-handedly.
But the simple fact of life and science, is that life and aging is nothing like that.
"Do you feel any differently?" Dom asked the overwhelmed birthday girl, who had been growing tired from the impromptu nighttime birthday celebration.
"No, not really," she answered truthfully, but there was pain in her voice.
"You know how everyone waits their whole life to grow up? Like when we were little, we dreamed of being teenagers and how awesome it would be to be able to drive and be able to whatever we wanted? Now all of that stuff has come and gone, besides the whole driving thing, and honestly… It feels kind of sad." She looked ruefully out at the living room, where her backup dancers were partying.
"Oh come on, Z. Let’s not have an existential crisis now. You’re only 18. You have so much left to do. It should be exciting!" Dom tried to placate Z’s sadness, which always crept up, when she was overly tired and had been working too hard. Physically and mentally, the emotional toll caught up with her.
"I know. I should be really happy for this new chapter in my life, but it just feels like the world is completely different - that I am supposed to be completely different. That somehow I am supposed to change from my parent’s daughter into this independent woman overnight. And I don’t feel differently. I really don’t know if I even want to, to be honest."
Zendaya’s parents had always been her protective shield. Her constant source of reliability and support, when things got rough. “How [she] would miss them,” she had mused these last couple of months in thinking about her becoming an “adult”. It was time for both her and her parents to start pulling apart the codependency on one another. It hurt, watching that formidable bond they had formed slowly slip through her fingers, but it was what was best.
She’d always be her mom and dad’s little girl - forever and always, but it was time for her to take the reins on her own life.
"Z, everything is going to be okay. I promise you that. Have I ever let you down?"
"No, never," Z half-heartedly smiled at her friend.
The night continued on, and at about 2AM, everyone had fallen asleep. Some of her friends looked like they had just passed out mid sentence, filling the chairs and floor space in the hotel room. Yet, of course, Z was still awake, chewing down on her bottom lip, terribly exhausted and depressed.
Zendaya and depression? The two went together like oil and water.
Zendaya crept quietly over the piles of people on the floor and went to the balcony, where she sat down, looking out at the stars.
They shined so beautifully that night or rather day, that it took some of her anxiety away. She closed her eyes and breathed with intent. Inhaling and exhaling in rhythm to try and soothe the uneasiness that stirred in her. But the pressure she had put on this moment became too much, and she began to cry in silence. The quietness of the stars, who had lived millions of years and were merely ghostly apparitions now, mocking the young woman, who had only been on this Earth for a meager 18 years.
After a few moments, her cell phone vibrated, and she looked to see Val’s goofy face at Disneyland pop up under his name. Conflicted about whether or not to answer, given the fact that he’d be seriously concerned by the tone of her voice, weighed heavily upon her. He could always tell what she was feeling, and frankly, sometimes, it scared her.
But she needed to hear his voice. To talk to him, so that he would tell her like always that everything was going to be okay.
"Hello," she sniffled out quietly, trying not to awaken the flagrant room crashers.
"Babe, I’m so sorry I’m late, but… Happy birthday!" His voice was scratchy and deeper than usual, if even possible. She could tell how tired he was, but felt so blessed that he had woken up just to wish her a happy birthday. She was a mess, as a few stray tears fell carelessly on her pajama shorts.
"Thank you," she pushed out. The tightness in her chest, making it painful to speak.
"Hey. What’s wrong?" His voice thick with concern.
"Nothing," she breathed out, resolutely keeping hold on the dams in her tear ducts.
"C’mon, babe. I know you better than that. Tell me, what’s wrong."
"I… I… don’t know." The dams broke and now, the tears saturated her voice.
"Please, please don’t cry. Let’s talk about it. You have to have some idea, why you’re upset, beautiful." God, his voice was all soft and pleading, like a reassuring security blanket that wrapped itself around her. He was always like that though - someone she knew she could trust, through and through, to always have her back. Even things, Dom and Deja didn’t understand, she without a doubt felt that Val could.
So she let it all spill. The months of anticipation and worry for this one day that was supposed to change everything.
"I just don’t know what to feel. I know I should be happy and celebrating that I am an adult, but for some reason, I feel so sad." Her tears intermittently took the spots of her verbiage.
"Well, that’s because you’re not like everyone else, Daya-chka. You’re one of a kind, and every moment means something to you."
"But, I don’t know what it means anymore. I mean, what happens if I fail? If all this, my career, my passion, my everything just leads to nothing. How am I supposed to face the world without my parents? How am I supposed to make my dreams come true? How am I supposed to do anything? I’m not ready for this." The daunting revelation, making her sob heavily into the receiver.
Oh how, he hated to hear her cry, but he knew this moment was coming. He hoped that when he started to care about her that she’d be just another person. Someone, who didn’t think or feel too much. Someone like Daisy Buchanan would say was “a beautiful fool.” He prayed that she’d be one of those people to simply live in the moment because it would have been easier for her.
However, that was not Zendaya, and it never would be.
Zendaya felt everything. She sensed the most obscure movements and heard the lowest decibel of sounds. Always, hyperaware, she lived for the moment, but ultimately realized that there was an intention far greater than any surface value. She was cognizant of how every moment, shaped her into the person she was, and who she would become. And because of this, Val grew to care about her beyond any prior measure. For she functioned on the same wavelength, as him.
She was far from a beautiful fool. She was more than her gorgeous exterior, more than the accomplishments she made, more than the thoughts she had. She was the emotions she felt and the moments that were blessed enough to feel her.
He had simply been lucky enough by some chance of happenstance to bear witness to a few of those experiences, where she had given her heart and soul. He could feel it in the atmosphere. Her smile, her gratitude, her desire for other’s happiness, loom heavy in the space between them. It made him in awe of her, wishing that he too could feel that much. That the world could learn from her, and embrace that warmth.
God knows, the world needs it.
"Z, you will never fail. You have already accomplished so much in your short life that you’ve left billions of people in the dust at the tender age of 18."
But that wasn’t what she meant. It wasn’t what bothered her. She began to make her rebuttal.
"However, before you tell me, that’s not why you’re upset, let me finish," he said, reading her mind and her worries, causing her to close her mouth in what would have been surprise, had his knowledge of how she ticked been of any surprise, itself.
"Dreams, come and go. Sometimes, you give up on them, and sometimes, something beautiful comes into your life, kicks you in the ass, and makes you dream even bigger. Bigger than you ever thought possible. Something so beautiful that it makes you stop dead in your tracks and go ‘how did I get so lucky, as to be a part of that something’," she smiled recklessly, knowing that he was referring to her.
"So yes, you may fail. You may fall on your face, Hell even fall on stage," his chuckle made her chest tighten. "But don’t EVER let that stop you from dreaming. Don’t let a number change the scope and breadth of your dreams. Dream as big as your heart desires. And if you ever need something, maybe not nearly as beautiful, as what came into my life, to reassure you and push you to keep dreaming bigger and brighter, I’m always here for you. Just like your mom and dad."
There was a pause in silence, as she took everything he had said and attempted to process it. It had allayed the majority of her qualms, but still something was nagging at her conscience.
"I’m just scared that everything will change. I’m sad and scared that my childhood is gone. It’s like in the blink of an eye, there’s so much more responsibility and I can’t regain that innocence and naivety. There’s no going back." She felt like such a drama queen for making such a big deal about this, but she needed to get it off of her chest.
"What did you tell me about age, sweetheart?"
"I don’t know," she braced the bridge of her nose.
"You do, too, Z. Now, what did you tell me?"
"That… That age is just a number." She sighed, stray tears still managing to drip sore.
"And it is just that, Zendaya. It’s a number. It’s not a measure of you as a person, of who you are, who you need to be, or where you are going as a person. YOU taught me that. YOU brought out that little boy, who used to dream of making music, dancing, and being an artist, out of hiding. He had been hiding so long because that’s what I thought was my responsibility to do: to put away childish things. But that’s the beauty of you, Zendaya. You never lose that inherent… Zendayaness," he chuckled again, and her heart beat faster, "and you aren’t afraid to show it - to spread your infectious and pure, unadulterated love for your passions and smile with the world. You’ve been an adult your entire life Zendayachka because you’ve gone after what you’ve wanted and fought and worked hard for it. You have more mental strength in your pinky than most people in their entire bodies. Not to mention, look at all the lives you touched, all the kids you inspired, and the role model you became, as a teenager, yourself. Just imagine how many people you can help, as an adult. You are the breath of sunshine this world needs and adores."
"Val, you are amazing. I don’t… even know how to thank you." Val, was always her rock, her philosophical confidante, and no matter how lively and carefree, she always seemed, there was a part of her that needed him. Needed someone that had a deeper connection, who actually understood her. This time happy tears supplanted their enemy.
"Don’t worry about it, babe. You’ve turned my life around more than you’ll ever know. It’s the least, I can do for you. I wish there was more. You make me feel like the world is full of wonderful opportunities just waiting to be seized. And trust me, there are so many waiting out there for you, right now. But those opportunities won’t go away, whether or not you are 18 or 80. They are yours for the taking."
She could hear the smile and crinkle of his eyes in his voice, which made her beam like an idiot. She had known all along, that Val had admired her work ethic and attitude, but to hear him talk about her, to her nonetheless, like this, made her heart swell and believe that everything would be okay. That having the opportunity to grow older, when so many didn’t have that luxury, was actually going to be a good thing.
"Thank you, Val. So so SOOO much."
"You’re welcome, birthday girl! Now, get some rest, and get ready to cheer up and celebrate. Either that or Deja and Dom are going to murder you."
"Okay… Okay." Z laughed into the phone, realizing just how upset Dom and Deja would be, if she ruined "their" birthday (celebration), which they had spent months planning.
"Well goodnight, and I’ll see you soon!" Val yawned.
"Goodnight!" Zendaya yawned back. The contagious yawning apparently spreading telecommunicatively.
"And next time, babe…"
"Please call me before you start crying. I can’t bear to hear it."
"I… I love you. Goodnight." She fidgeted with the hem of her pajama pants before hanging up, leaving what was surely a speechless Val on the other end.
He had said that there where opportunities out there for the taking.
Becoming an adult confirmed that, and the fact that no matter what may come her way, the kid and newfound adult in her would always love Val more than she ever should have. More than her dad would have liked. More than “Dancing With the Stars” could have ever anticipated for the randomly paired couple. More than the media would have approved of, but he was part of her dream. He was an integral piece of what pushed her to dream bigger. Maybe it wasn’t romantic love, but maybe it was. Regardless, she needed to finally tell him.
Bold move, birthday girl. ;)
When you sneeze in front of your cat and they look at you like you’ve just insulted their entire family.