“What I know about Scandal from what I see on my Tumblr dash” by Cornpunx
Haha, I know I reblog a lot of Scandal photos & gifs. For those that don’t watch it, is this what the show appears to be?
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
When I was in kindergarten, there was a new girl named Mia who came from Japan, I believe, and I was assigned to be her helper because she couldn’t speak English. Over the few months we spent together, we became really close, and we had flashcards with the characters for an English word, and we could figure out what she was trying to tell us with those. I actually taught her quite a few different sentences and sayings in English after a while. I remember that she would get nosebleeds often, and each time I would escort her to the nurse, they would tell me to leave but she would make me stay with her. At our school we had a field day and me and her were never apart from each other the whole time. (Shown above) After a while, she had to move away with her family, and I never saw her again. I’ve really wanted to know how she’s changed for a very long time now. I know this is a long shot, but I’ve been wanting to talk to her again over some social network because I’ve missed her for a really long time, and I was hoping some of you guys would reblog for me. I can’t remember her last name.