how do you balance your emotions when your vagina is bleeding
Happy 15th anniversary, Arashi
Pat yourself on the back for having great taste. It may have been fate, an errant drama episode, a song, a funny or ridiculous challenge they did on television with smiles on their faces, a random Youtube link, or an evangelist/enabler friend tripping on her feet telling you about this “boyband who’ll change your life”—at the end of the day, you chose them. You. You saw them for who they really are, and for that, you’re automatically a member this secret club (albeit with millions of members) who’s in possession of a certain nugget of truth: Arashi is a rainbow that has no end. What we give to them, they give it back to us, twice over.
They have, and continue to work hard because fifteen years later, they still can’t believe the dumb luck, the miracle, as the five of them say, of the five of them coming together and clicking. Maybe it’s too much to call them soul mates, but in your heart, you know it’s destiny. Think about it really hard for one moment. In all the possible permutations that could be formed from the pubescent lottery that was Johnny’s Jr. at that time, Arashi ended up being the five of them. Five different personalities with different talents and motivations. It couldn’t have been any other five.
It’s easy to become overwhelmed by the scale of everything they have given us, everything they have worked hard for: all the concerts, the TV shows, the songs. Don’t worry, that’s the right reaction. Be overwhelmed. Every time Jun fussed over a stage plan or a set list, every scene where Nino poured his heart out and melted into nothing but raw emotion, every moment of anxiety powered through and every hard-earned laughter that Aiba has worked for, every stanza of rap and line of news report that Sho had to write and deliver, every flick of the wrist and vocal acrobatic that Ohno has done—all of that dedication and love was for the ideal that is Arashi. And for you, No. 6.
Their rhyme and reason has always been each other—and you. Us. Go ahead, feel thankful, feel proud. This is as much as you as the five of them. It’s a two-way street.
Yes, the world will always change. Arashi won’t always be number one. But to you, in a special corner safely tucked away in your heart, Arashi will always be important. (You don’t even have to ask or worry about them: for the five of them, Arashi has always been number one. They will always love Arashi more than you do.) It doesn’t matter what kind of fan you are: fandom may be your daily bread and butter, or fandom may only be for now—maybe you have been away, or have been growing out of it, have moved on to other groups. Maybe, for you, being a fan is equal to faint remembrance of falling in love with them for a moment in time. No matter what kind of fan you are, something will always be true: at one point in your life, they meant something to you. Arashi has been, and is, part of you."
I am so emotional and moody this day. Maybe it’s because of my period. Oh, one of the reasons why it sucks to be a girl.
My abdomen keeps on hurting so much and a person is not cooperating with me, too. We’re not okay, I think. Whatever.
Just a quick update because this blog has been on the edge of its life. Oh well, good night. I’m hoping for some good vibes tomorrow.
"We are standing here now, able to shine because you are all here.
The five of us will be here, forever." - 5x10, 嵐
15周年、おめでとう! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
Happy 15 anniversary, Arashi!
Thank you everything. For the music, for the encouragement, hope, joy, & happiness, for teaching us that friendship is a great thing. Basically, thank you for everything you guys have given and taught us.
Words cannot explain how much we all love you.
I will continue to support you guys forever. ❤
What a week.
A week of hardships, a week of no proper sleep for me. A week wherein I became a zombie. A week of selfies, with my blockmates and friends from other courses.
What a week.
I need to rest. But, it is a syntax error in our vocabulary, us the Journalism students. We still have a short film to shoot, for our midterm exam in Phil. Lit.
We can do this! I can do this! I still can.
Nakakalungkot na gabi. Nakakainis. Ayoko na talagang mamansin ng tao bukas. Di ako masyadong makikipag-usap. Mananahimik lang ako, magpapaka-introvert. Nakakayamot.
My sister and I bonded this morning through nail polish! She was the one who made my nails glittery green. Hooray for a new color! I’m getting so girly again. :D
Hey, do me a favor and walk up to the next person you see and tell them they’re ugly. Tell them straight out. Point out all their flaws. Make them feel like shit. Go on go do it.
It’s hard, huh? You can’t do it. So why is it so easy to do it to yourself?
Being mean to yourself is just as bad as being mean to someone else.shit imma have to reblog this again becausedamn