I remember learning in eighth grade that you could be alone without being lonely, and enjoying many nights of watching Freaks and Geeks in my parents’ bed, zine- and collage-making materials at hand, soft yellow light coming from the lamp on the floor in the corner.
I remember sitting in social studies with the lights out and a movie on the projector. The boy I liked sat right at the front, backlit against a bright screen, so although he was turned around and facing my direction, I couldn’t tell if his eyes were looking at me or not. This still drives me nuts.
I remember being in a play freshman year that brought an unexpected group of people together, prompting the, yes, Breakfast Club question of, Will we all still talk to each other in the halls on Monday? We didn’t really, but that turned out to be OK. We helped one another change, and then we moved on
— Tavi wrote a very Tavi editor’s letter for December and I love it (via christinefriar)
This article was very honest and well written, and sums up adolesence in a way that’s not overly sentimental but feels important. Read it.