Henry’s old high school class holds a reunion. Does he go? if he does how do his old class mate and teachers react to the man he has become? how much chaos does Mable cause?

Henry doesn’t go to every reunion, but he makes it out to a few- 10, 15, 25

As far as his high school experience goes, it honestly wasn’t that bad. He missed out on a lot, mainly because he was working as many hours as he could at the local grocery store to save for college, and spending what little free time he had at the library to keep his grades up. 

Mrs. Frinkle and Mr. Carpenter are beyond thrilled though, to see Henry, that he got out safe, and that he’s doing well. 

His classmates are also glad to see that Henry is alive and happy (he didn’t have many close friends, but kids aren’t stupid, and everyone in town was afraid of Arnold Corduroy.) They are also pleasantly surprised that Henry got married, and even if Mabel is, well, Mabel, well it’s all for the better because she got Henry out of that shell and he actually talks more at the reunion than he did all of junior year sooooo…

sabotabby:

s4wdust:

plantconstellations:

i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

One of my professors is an extremely famous, well-known painter who has been in galleries since he was a young man in the 80s. He once asked me in class, “Alyssa, what are your dreams and aspirations for the future?”

You should have seen the puzzled look on his face when I described something similar to the post above.

“Why so humble?!” He laughed. “You know you’re talented, right? You could aspire to a lot more than that for sure.”

And I had to take that moment to explain to him that this is what my generation is given, this is how low our standards for happiness have to be. A humble existence, a small piece of the world for ourselves, and comfortable stability are just as out of reach for some of us as fame and reknown was for him in the 80’s. His face went somber immediately.

Millennials are killing the dream industry.