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I yearn for the sky. I yearn to feel the wind blowing through my hair as I soar across endless blue swaths of the most liberating freedom that man could only dream of.

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And I'll forget how soft your delicate touch was as I grow used to the calluses that now gently scratch my skin.

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— Mary Kate Teske

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(Someone's reblog tags)

Since I've written this, my relationship with my dad has made a complete 180. Seeing as this is my highest preforming post, I'm often reminded of how much I truly disliked my father before I took the time to genuinely look at things through his perspective. I used to hold so many things against my dad that weren't his fault because I was hurt and needed somewhere to pin the blame, even if I was falsely blaming someone. My father has messed up, and we still have a rocky relationship sometimes, but I love him and I'm so incredibly grateful to have him in my life.

I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

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And as I stare off longingly into the distance, I am every woman I have ever been or will be, and every woman I have ever met. For we all carry the same look that screams for things to be something they never will be again, or something nothing like they've ever been and nothing like they'll ever be.

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“You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.”

— Beardsley Jones

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I posted a comment on the internet. It was a sad video, sad night really. Why I felt compelled to share my sorrows in this comment section I'll never know.

I talked about how there's something wrong with me. How I know there's something wrong, something I feel deep within my soul. Something I don't think I can find find, something I don't think I'll be able to fix even if I do find it.

dray responded to your comment.

"I've had that feeling before, it's called 'being fifteen'"

I was sixteen when I left that comment, but some part of me knew he was right. I'll never forget the words of a stranger on the internet. To me he's now more than some stranger, he was a guiding light on a dark night. That will never leave me, and I'm greatful for it.

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“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”

— Lang Leav

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Teenage Summer

Teenage summers are so weird.

One moment I'm running on the beach with some of my favorite people in the world.

While one of us is knocking another down as we trip on the rocky beach.

And I watch my best friend exchange a soft smile with her girlfriend.

So I squeeze my boyfriend's hand just a little tighter.

And now I'm watching the sunset cast an orange glow that's turned pink by the lenses of my sunglasses.

And his eyes glow so warmly in the light of the setting sun.

And then the next thing I know I'm laying in bed alone.

The lights are dimmed.

I lay in shorts and a tank top, I'm sprawled across my bed.

The smell of weed overtakes the room.

But that's the point.

Because now that I'm alone, I remember how much I hate myself.

Without the glow and warmth of my friends I feel so empty and cold.

I feel alone.

I feel old.

In these moments of being alone in my dark room,

I'm painfully reminded how I'll never be a little kid again and I'm doomed to continue growing up.

I'm loosing teenage summers.

And that scares me.

What if I can't handle it?

What am I going to do when there's more to life than the next party and crying alone?

I'm scared to grow up,

So I'll keep chasing teenage summers.

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Keith Kogane fanart. I’m super proud of this one

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“I know when to stop.I know when to let things go. I know when to move on. But ‘I know’ is different from ‘I can’.”

— Unknown

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“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

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The birds mock me with their freedom, they know I could never achieve the weightlessness that they have.

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This aged wonderfully, she'll really never know now :/

What if I can never tell my mother? What if my time comes before I can explain to her? What if I die with my mother assuming the short hair, change of name, and boxy clothes were all just a side effect of tomboyish behavior? What if I die as her daughter, and not her son?

Will I be buried in a dress or a suit?

Will she know the weight of this decision?

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I wanted your friendship. I wanted an unbreakable bond, as though we were brothers.

You wanted in my pants.

What a heartbreaking end to our time together.

I wish you had loved me the way I loved you.

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

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Everything about this whole situation breaks my heart. It's utterly shattering. Do something to help, donate if you can and reblog this regardless.

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2

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“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.”

— Nikita Gill