fuckyeahvintage:

“The first book in the series, Madeline, was published in 1939. It proved to be a success, and Bemelmans wrote many sequels to the original during the 1940s and 1950s. The series continues to this day, written by Bemelmans’ grandson John Bemelmans-Marciano”

-[wiki]

Why I hated playing Tag.

I am terrified to see those people that I care for, hate my presence and do anything they can to get away from me. A reasonable fear, I suppose. I mean, we all just want to be loved.

I feel, though, that this fear of mine stems from my childhood days, when I used to play Tag with my friends. I hated being the ‘it’. I hated it when we’re gathered in a tight circle before the game, the warmth of my friends surrounding me, and when it was decided that I would be it, my friends ran as far as they could from me, leaving me alone and cold. I hated hearing their shrieks of horror if I ever came too close. I hated seeing them put their heads together and scheme for ways to avoid me. I hated running and running, pushing my little legs further than they could, just to get to them but they never stopped, they always ran away. I hated it when I finally touched someone, ‘catching’ them, and they would send me hateful looks. Who wanted to be caught and become the next ‘it’ anyway?

It’s not surprising that I cried a few times when we played Tag. My friends would stop running away, come to me and reassure me that it was just a game. The way they were acting though, I couldn’t help but take it personally.

~*~ OBSESSED ~*~

“The one who says, the one who is.”

When I was a kid, I won a multitude of arguments with that line.

Oh yeahhh.

Norbert <3 Treeflower~

One night, we sang this. And the Angry Beavers’ theme song too~ :D

Upside Down - A*TEENS

This song. OMG. XD

Childhood nostalgia!

yerawizardharry:

youarewhatyoulove:

somethingintellectual:

Chip Skylark - My Shiny Teeth and Me

*dance*

OMG THIS SONG

SO WHITE AND PEARLY

Whenever I hold this, I feel like I’m channeling Agent J (Will Smith) in Men In Black.

I aim this at a cockroach and go, “You see this? Huh?! NYPD! Means I will “Nock Your Punk-ass Down!” or “Sweet dreams, big boy!” or “I’m about to lay the smackdown on your candy-ass!”

I’m weird.