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I like hockey and the band Waterparks and that’s about it. I guess my dog is okay too
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All of my videos from the 5 Seconds of Summer show in Silver Spring from last night (April 10th). I stood balcony and had an amazing view all night, whilst getting ~90% of the show on video! I’ll make sure to put links as they upload
21 Questions live in Baltimore. Hope I tagged this right, I told @waterparksdrama that I’d post it bc this is the only video that’s been keeping me sane with all of this drama going on. I tried to post it normally but tumblr says it’s too long so I had to upload it to YouTube and then link it 🤷🏼♀️. Hope you guys like it, also if you want anymore Baltimore videos feel free to hmu since I had barricade all show and recorded most of the songs
In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I haven’t lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly can’t recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky.
There was one on tv. I wasn’t even paying attention to it, I had my headphones on and was actively trying to tune the show out. My ears picked up on the sound of the garage door, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I grabbed my laptop and moved to get out of my seat and run to my room.
I realized what happened after about two seconds.
The sound is gone from my ears, but my heart is still racing and I’m waiting for the door to the house to open, to hear the jingling of my mother’s keys and her footsteps moving through the house. My muscles are still tense and I’m fighting the urge to run to my room and stick a board in front of the door.
For years, the sound of a garage door was my warning to pack up what I was doing quickly and retreat to my room if I was out of it.
I can’t remember the sound of the garage door right now, but I can’t tell my brain to stop trying to react to it.