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Hey, haha, I'm glad you feel the same way. You don't really know what you have until you lose it, right?
Switch to another Q&A website? Oh god no.
You see, the thing about websites like Formspring is that you get attached to the brilliant people on here, and you fall in love with how human every one is. You realize that the world is full of people like this and it makes you believe that life isn't as lonely or scary as it was before, and that all it takes to form a bond, a connection, a relationship, is to start with a question.
The thing about websites like Formspring is that once you begin asking questions and answering them, you find that the possibilities are limitless and you observe how each person grows and changes as it happens, and you grow and change along with them. Your words make a difference. They shape others, and others shape you.
The thing about websites like Formspring is that you discover how interesting everything can be. That there is value in every topic to be asked about, and there are stories behind every face, and all you have to do is ask. People are FASCINATING and beautiful and ugly and real and wonderful and terrible and most of all, human.
The thing about websites like Formspring is that no other website will ever truly be like Formspring. No other website comes close to compare, and no other website could. No other website will be able to make the same claim of having impacted me so deeply, of having been my friend when I needed one, of letting me know that someone heard what I was saying when I felt like no one was listening.
The thing about websites like Formspring is that you guys were my community at a point in time when I felt like I didn't really belong anywhere, and now that I look back, I can see that. I could be myself here, and you guys accepted me for that.
The thing about websites like Formspring is that when they shut down, they break your heart and you understand what it's like when someone tears down a place where you once loved and lived. It makes you want to cry and rewind time so that you can spend a little longer with these people in this place. But you can't. And that hurts you. And you've never been so attached to a community like this before, and you've never lost anything like this so meaningful before to you, and you really don't know how to deal with it. Because this is the first place that really meant something to you and you thought it would be here forever, but nothing is forever, and now it's too late.
So, no. I'm never signing up for a stupid Q&A website again.
I still haven't come to terms with the fact that Formspring will not exist soon, and I'll eventually have to get rid of that link on my bookmarks bar... and I'm kind of only just holding it together by being in denial, but damn, this is actually happening.
I want to keep in touch with everyone so, here we go:
And ugh, I've been avoiding twitter, but you know what...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/andrizzleyo (I've had this for a while, but I don't use it. Maybe it's time to give it a try. :] )
Hahahaha... It's true, FS and Tumblr are 2 very different websites. Junior year is kicking my butt, but I'm still an incredibly lazy person, and the combination is me being stressed out and then dealing with that stress by procrastinating that only leads to more stress, etc. Sadly, crafting long thought-out responses for FS is more work than I am able to juggle on a daily basis, and most of my procrastinating is spent on websites like Reddit and Tumblr where I can absorb information and news from various types of media.
So when I actually do get some sleep, I don't really dream. I think... the most memorable dream I can think of happened a couple years ago, and it was just so weird that I never forgot about it.
I was in a dimly lit hallway with those antique green lamps (http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/8786/10002188_1.jpg?v=8CD53B3BE707380) on wooden dressers on both sides of the hall. The walls were decorated with green baroque floral wallpaper on the top half and dark cherry wood panels on the bottom. I couldn't see an end nor beginning to this hall, but I knew which direction to walk in, so I started walking.
Even though I couldn't see anyone else, I had this feeling that people weren't far from me, like there was a room just out of sight that was full of people talking, and I could hear them. And I felt like I had to walk away from this group of people and leave this place, so I kept walking, but the people would always be the same distance away.
Eventually, I saw an end to this hallway, and at the end was the entrance room. A large chandelier hung from the tall ceiling, and the windows by the grand door let in afternoon sunlight that lazily reflected off the decorative flower vases and whatnot that were in the room. But even though it was still daytime and there was light coming in, the whole setting seemed dark, like a filter was over my eyes and no matter how hard i rubbed my eyes, the shadows wouldn't go away.
I started running for it, a mad desperate dash, like I had been restraining from seeming too eager to leave but now that the exit was so close, I didn't care anymore.
Fast, fast, faster, and then I lost control of my legs I was going so fast because suddenly the hallway was downhill and I tripped and fell.
I was wearing a pearl necklace, and upon falling, it broke. Pearls everywhere across the floor.
This is the part of the dream I remember the most. I'm about five yards from the door, and I'm laying on cold ground... The ground. It was glass. Thick, green emerald glass. And finally, I hear someone directly behind me. It was the host of the party, some adult that I knew, an acquaintance of my parents, and he said something to me, I don't remember what. I remember feeling really scared, like I had been caught in a place where I shouldn't have been, and I needed to get to the door, to leave, but suddenly it was night, and it was dark outside.
The door was opened now, and beyond it was only cold wind and my pearls were blowing away and the host was still talking. The host was now a lady, another acquaintance. She was kinder, and told me it was okay and that I didn't mess anything up, but confirmed that I did not belong there and it would be wise to not come back.
And then she was gone, and I was at the door, standing upright. No pearls, no nothing. I walked out the door into nothing except wind, and I woke up.
I was really confused when I woke up and couldn't stop thinking about how realistic it all felt. I don't usually remember my dreams in that kind of detail either... I don't think I even dream my dreams in that kind of detail, but I did for this dream.
Damn it, see, this is why I don't answer a lot of questions anymore haha sorry about the length.
First movie(s): Premium Rush, Les Miserables, Goats
First TV show: The Walking Dead
First song: Well, I just saw Les Mis, soooo... Other than that, I've been looking into the Velvet Underground recently.
First book: .......my APUSH textbook.
You could say that.
I love digital art. I think it's brilliant and incredibly interesting as to how we have adapted to this new field. Traditional art is great, but I find digital art fascinating because it's so new and there's so much still to explore and discover and invent and create. (Not to say that there's not just as much left to create with traditional art, of course.)
Hey, do whatever you need to do, it's more than okay. Your are your own number one priority, and no one should hold it against you that you tried to protect yourself in the way that you thought was best.
Minorities can most definitely be racist against other POC or their own race. Just because they are part of a minority group does not exempt them from racist actions against other minorities. Internalized racism exists too.
I makes me sad when I hear people say that a piece of artwork is not legitimate because it look so simple to create.
Art is truth. It is the truth of its creator, and a statement. Art challenges you to see things from a different perspective, and to think about something you would never have before.
Art is "why not?"
Art is "what about this?"
Art is "how come is has to be this way? what would happen if I...?"
Art is not about thinking conventionally. It is not about viewing the artwork like you view everything else. It's not about remaining comfortably inside the four walls of your mind. It's about stepping outside of yourself, forgetting everything you ever knew, and learning. It's about taking that new outlook and bringing it back to your four walls.
Being an artist and creating art is never about the money. Money could be a factor, but being an artist isn't like working a food stand or being a cashier. Everything about art is just so incredibly... personal. An artist does not dedicate their life to art because they are "lazy" and want to rake in the cash.
If you don't care about understanding art, that's fine. It's not for everyone, I understand. But to dismiss something just because you don't understand it, it's sad. And it makes me even more sad that people are turned off of understanding art because sometimes, it takes a little more effort to understand it.
Google the artist, look up Suprematism, read about this painting. Yes, "Black Square" is a black square, but it's never just a black square. Or maybe it is.
I have a couple friends taking online courses, and it's something I'm interested in doing too. My only concern is that because the class is online, I might find it easier to slack off...
Definitely super duperty excited. However, the last couple things that I have been massively excited for have disappointed me or have not lived up to my expectations, so I'm keeping my enthusiasm in check until I get to see them.
Right now? Book of Mormon! It's coming to Chicago in December AND I CAN'T WAIT.
You say, "I respect your decision and opinions. Please respect mine, and recognize that not everyone has the capability or means to live a vegan/vegetarian life."
YOUR PROFILE PICTURE! Holy crap, if it wasn't for your username, I would be so completely baffled right now. Loving the head decorations.
Things are good! School has been keeping me busy. Haha, junior year of high school is brutal and it's only been 10 days so far... I fear I may not be on Formspring as much this year. :[ What's new with you? Anything exciting happen?
Haha, YES! Super excited about that. Before TAF, Formspring was my home away from home. :] (Although I haven't been on in a while...) (Gonna have to change that.) (Argh, right after homework.) (*dies*)
:[ :[ :[ My sister has a Dreamwidth, so I will most definitely be checking up on you every once in a while from her account!
Haha, looks great! Painting large surfaces is one of my favorite pastimes (just kidding)! I recall long hours after school painting walls and props... After a while, it just becomes like a second skin. Dipping my hands in paint is probably something I love to do, but heavily regret doing later. Dealing with dried up paint is never fun! The number of clothes I have ruined because I forgot to bring paint clothes is tragic.
up yo butt
Oh my god, I really like chocolate pudding.
I constantly crave it, like candy corn. Which is amazing. My love for chocolate pudding is almost as great as my love for bathroom related humor. I know what you're thinking.
Stop it. That's gross.