Honestly I’m a wreck these days. Three years ago on 22th of July we faced our first terror attack in Norway since, I have no idea when. The man bombed our capitol, and then pursued a bunch of kids spending the weekend at a political summer camp. A lot of lives were lost that day, including two of my friends. Another one survived and is struggling everyday with trauma, from being there, from seeing people get shot and killed. From swimming over a huge lake, and for getting the message to put their ID’s in their underwear just incase they didn’t make it over so that the police could easier identify their bodies.
Just a few days after the three years anniversary we got knowledge of another terrorist threat. This just brings up so many bad memories, and fear and everything. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I’m not scared of dying, because there’s no reason why this should be a place to get hit. But I’m scared of loosing anymore people that I love, or people I have yet too meet. And people who has their whole lives ahead of them. And I’m scared for war. How will we ever survive another day of hell?
There’s police everywhere, armed at every airport. And I’m scared.
Okay but imagine:
- Peter Parker going to a fan convention as Spiderman
- Peter Parker getting compliments on his Spiderman costume
- Peter Parker entering a Spiderman Costume Contest
- Peter Parker losing said contest
- Peter Parker losing the contest to Deadpool
If you wanna be my lover…
….you gotta be prepared for my hour-long rants about fictional female characters and why they are so important.
- Friend: *sneezes*
- Me: Bless you
- Friend: *sneezes five more times*
- Me: chill
It’s really cute when people forget your existence until they need something