Because I am and always will be the optimist. The hope for far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams.
This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)
But this explains the 90s kids
I want to add something to this, because this expands so far. We were the last generation to have hope and promises. We were the last sitcom generation for all intents and purposes, before they became obsolete.
We believed in Full House. We sobbed when Topanga left Cory. We cheered when Harvey showed up to Sabrina’s wedding. We were TGIF and Snick and first Kids Choice Award and we were proud.
We had 150 pokemon, eight digidestined, five sailor scouts, and Space Ghost Coast to Coast. We debated which rangers we were, secretly listened to Hanson, prayed one day Star Search would come back. We got older and voted on TRL and worshipped at the shrine of the boy bands.
We didn’t grow up. We didn’t lose Melissa Joan Hart because she was Clarissa. Kenan and Kel were our first bromance, even before we knew bromance could be a thing. Too old for Cheers, too young to appreciate Charmed fully. We’re Whedonites and Whovians now. But before all that? We were Afraid of the Dark, Went on adventures with Pete and Pete. Bought (or begged for) Sketchers and Tamagochis and Gameboy Originals. They were status but they were also hope and a promise.
A promise that was broken far too soon. Of course we look back. How could we not?
how … how i´m crying over this