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hheavnly · 2 months
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forever a cigarette girl
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arcanumofthestars · 2 months
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Teenage life is getting used to waking up at 3:30 in the morning to read smut about your current fixation.
Teenage life is listening to horror podcasts secretly and vibing in the sound of murders so your parents don't find out what you're listening.
Teenage life is mentioning you're pansexual but all your friends have forgotten about it (my straight bestie reminds me how much she wants to fuck me every day)
Teenage life is talking about your crushes gf WITH your crush because they need relationship advice
Teenage life is your teacher being like a BFF and a father to you at the same time
Teenage life is creating fake passwords and fake profiles and fake admins because yourparentsareparanoidandtheythinkyourewatchingpornwhenyourebasicallyreadingitbutthatsjustadetail
Teenage life is reading smut every day but you still cringe in biology class.
Given to you by me, it's currently 6:40 am and I can't sleep
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Being a teenage girl means being all of them at once:
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obsessive-girl-xx · 3 months
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Bones and all - 2022
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cryptidspaghetti · 8 months
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teenage angst can be fixed by putting flowers in your hair and sitting in the sun fyi
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nerdysandwichtheorist · 9 months
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My whole life I dreamed of becoming the main character. To have a life like them. To get loved like them. I dreamed of a beautiful teenage life— hanging out with the coolest group in school, partying late at night, being the smartest in class and then finally getting into my dream University. But now that I'm 18 and life's nothing like that and doesn't seem very happening, lying in bed at midnight and reading books is all that makes me happy.
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prettyprincess02 · 3 months
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I want to be seen so badly Understood acknowledged for everything i do and have done loved without question
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taka-tuka-ultras · 6 months
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I turned 29 this year and people are joking on me because I went to the cinema to watch Barbie and bought Taylor Swift tickets. But you know what I am proud I did that shit.
Because when I was younger I had the feeling I cannot do things like this. I thought I couldn’t listen to Taylor Swift, boybands or pop music in general. I couldn’t watch a typical teenage girl movie because that’s not cool. Boys won‘t like it, people will make fun of me and don’t take me serious. Don’t get me wrong. I listend to Taylor, I listend to other popartist, I watched „girlmovies“. But I never talked about it. I hadn’t a group of friends with whom I could share my passions, because I had the feeling that I have to fit the cool type, I have to be liked and I have to do all the stuff that boys or men like and that the „cool“ kids liked. And that’s so stupid but as a teenage girl, I struggled and wanted recognition so bad, that I didn‘t enjoy the things I really liked.
But now I love watching movies, that some people think of are“ just for women“. I love going to concerts of strong independent women. I enjoy seeing all these young girls and how they enjoy those experiences and how they have strong female role models and how they have women to look up to. I am proud of all those young girls being themselves and arise for themselves. You are awesome. You don’t have to be liked by other people. You just have to be you and enjoy yourself.
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introverted-shygirl · 9 months
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"There are worse things than feeling alone. Things like being with someone and still being alone." ~ Unknown *
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ridiculousnighttears · 4 months
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Write to erase the emptiness
My lips are slowly bleeding.
Sometimes the blood that I wipe away,
gets mixed with the tears.
Sometimes my soul bleeds as well.
All kind of thoughts are taking control.
I'm walking in the rain and also crying.
There's nowhere than I can go and get warm.
Everything is foreign to me.
I'm waking up and instantly regretting it.
Just like a ghost, I go around the school,
hate and anger have consumed me.
In a room, full of people, no one will choose me.
Sometimes I don't feel anything.
Like a robot, I take the pen in my hand
and write to erase the emptiness inside of me.
And it works sometimes.
Sometimes the words that I write on the paper,
sometimes the verses that I thought of,
sometimes the emotions that I had described...
Sometimes they sound good.
They make me happy.
In a world, in which I'm alone,
there's only one thing that I have - writing.
And I let myself bleed on the paper.
I'm nothing without my thoughts and feelings.
Nothing in the Winter,
when I lose sense of everything.
And I'm whatever I decide to be.
~R <333
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k00291226 · 5 months
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I’ve been working on the adolescence aspect of my project collecting photos, and sketching showing the contracts between both lives.
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nodontleaveme · 10 months
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🐌 🎀 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 🎀 🐌 .˚₊┈୨♡୧┈→ 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘, ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ'n'ʙᴀᴛʜꜱ
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akiraa1 · 7 months
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sometimes i miss my younger self because then i was happy little child but now all i do is sitting on my bed and overthinking about everything i can't even cry cause i already cried too much.. life is unfair
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random-internet-teen · 11 months
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I’m bad at the whole online friends thing, okay so just friends in general. And I’m looking to actually you know be a person, so this is my way of saying if you’re into Star Wars and Zelda or homestuck and rants about infrastructure
Let’s be friends?
I’m 17, bi but call my self a butch lesbian (I may be a lesbian idk even know) Grayromactic, ace (maybe?) She/her but masculine. Labels are annoying man
I’m trying to join a program at Boeing, I’m a socialist anti-fascist Jew who listens to kelzmer.
I don’t know how to write but I try. If’s it’s not clear I’m autistic.
I’m a cottagecore bitch, as I write oh hello’s is playing on my record player. I’m writing a history paper on folk music which I listen to extensively along with a healthy dose of pop-emo
If any of that sounds like the start of friendship hit me up?
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kinny-21 · 3 days
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Every teenager/young adult going out rn having fun and going places and seeing the world, while I'm at home rotting in my bed, having hardly any friends. Literally not going anywhere or when I do it's with my mom, doing the same thing every. Im an old woman with back problems as well👩‍🦳😭
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powerbottomzoro · 3 days
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FtCB! Episode 6
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Cut 2
//We Used To Be Mad Love
Zoro gets after school detention. Additional Warnings: light bullying
“This is fucking humiliating!” griped Zoro loudly. With a frown, he stared out the side window, the streets floated by, house after house slid by impassive to his woes, and a raven croaked mockingly. The world was against him. “I’m a grown-ass man,” he sulked and crossed his arms.
“I doubt that,” Mihawk said equally impassive, his hawk eyes locked onto the street and passing cars. “And watch your language.” The old hearse, lovingly called Barcao Ataúd by Perona, was a modified ’65 Cadillac and made to glide through the city. The outside was painted in a deep black and polished spotless, accents shined almost neon-green in comparison. The catholic symbols of crosses, hellfire, and the dance macabre drawn tastefully on its side added to the eerie charism. A bringer of death. The inside, of course, was luxuriously furnished. Seats ridiculously comfortable and heated, the footwell lined with lambswool, the leather embossed with similarly eerie symbols, the dashboard from heavy wood remodeled to fit a new hi-fi system. The massive ship of a car reigned supreme over any and all traffic like a Spanish galleon owed the Atlantic.
“That’s your problem, not mine,” hissed Zoro back and slid deeper into the seat, wide and cushy like an armchair. The backpack rested in the footwell and his legs draped around it, the vast spaciousness refuting that this was merely a car. The radio was turned off and the motor was barely audible. The cold silence crawled under Zoro’s skin, an effective way for his father to dismiss everything. Vexatious on purpose, a stubborn fool if ever Zoro had met one, and always happy to make his children’s life worse. Today was no exception. “This is the fucking worst!” Zoro cursed out, exaggerated the one word all these old …
- continue on Ao3 -
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