#Adolescence

[avbocetos]

Nejiten month 2024

"Of course he had!"

Day 11. Adolescence.

[vintage-tigre]

[reasonsforhope]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but especially with the end of the school year coming up soon, and a bunch of people about to leave high school or about to leave college, I just wanted to say:

Being an adult can be really nice, actually!!!

Like, okay, yeah, life can be fucking stressful sometimes, and there's definitely an annoying amount of paperwork.

But me and just about every single adult I know will agree: I would never choose to go back to being a teenager, even if I somehow could.

Insert obvious disclaimer that nothing is universal. But for people worried about aging or graduating into the next chapter of life, here's some words of reassurance:

When you're a teenager, your brain is extra mean to you. Like, neurologically. All of the changes it's undergoing really, really increase rates of depression/anxiety/etc. A lot of the time, literally just not being a teenager anymore is really good for your mental health

Less than five months out of high school, everyone I knew my age was like "Thank fuck we're no longer in high school." Once you leave high school and adolescence there's really just such a dramatic drop in petty bullshit. Shit that would have been a huge social humiliation or gossip in high school is really often just like, "Hate that for you, man." Boom, done.

When you're a teenager or a brand new adult, you're encountering so many problems for the first time ever. When you're older, you just. Have learned how to handle a lot more things. You know what to do way more often and that builds confidence

When you're an adult, other people generally don't care if you don't do things perfectly, because jobs and life don't work like grades. This was such a trip to learn, honestly? But when you are an adult or have a job the bar for success is usually just "Did you do the thing?" or "Did you do the thing well enough that it works?" or "Did you show up to work for your whole shift and look like you were doing things?"

Similarly, if you're about to graduate college and you're really stressed about it, fyi just about everyone I knew in college ended up very quickly going "wow, 'real life' is way easier." Admittedly I went to a school full of very stressed out perfectionists and the like, so I can't promise this is universal, but there's a very real chance that life will in many ways get easier when you graduate

WAY MORE CONTROL OF YOUR OWN LIFE

Literally I cannot overstate that last point. As an adult, you are (barring certain disabilities or shitty circumstances like abusive family/the criminal justice system/etc.) able to make most of your own decisions. If you want to rearrange your furniture, you can. If you want to eat tater tots at midnight, you can. If you want to get yourself a little treat, you can. You can sign contracts and make your own legal and medical decisions and not need a parent or guardian signature for just about anything ever again

You generally learn how to give fewer fucks

The people around you have also generally learned how to give fewer fucks

Even when things are shitty, being able to choose what kind of shitty a lot of the time can really be worth an awful lot

[morepeachyogurt]

what is adolescence if not leaving and being left?

1. iain s. thomas | 2. alison zai @alisonzai | 3. @chloeinletters | 4. mikko harvey | 5. fleetwood mac | 6. the breakfast club (1985), john hughes | 7. lorde | 8. miranda july | 9. richard siken | 10. @mavra-matia | 11. homer | 12. amy hempel | 13. mitski | 14. katrin koenning | 15. freya ridings |

[chimyku]

"The two of us were connected with our hands held together."

Jelsa siblings AU?!

(Guys hear me out xD)

I recently rediscovered one of my favorite vocaloid songs, "Adolescence" by producers Signal-P and Orange, and I also remembered that some people said Jelsa looks like siblings, so here's an illustration based on that! Go listen to the song as well: https://youtu.be/u-YH22ijXhs?si=GN6U2xPPZw2b3ROv

I like this version better though: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHglIaco2fE

I often hear/read about how Jack and Elsa can pass off as siblings because they supposedly look alike. I personally don't think they do (or maybe that's the shipper in me talking lol) just because they are both light-haired, blue-eyed, and have a pale complexion. I mean, both their hair and eye colors are different shades anyway, that has to count for something, right?! XD

Here's a lovely fanfic I've found from @oni-no-ko that has Jelsa as twins (which reminded me of this song!). Mind the rating before you read it, don't say I didn't warn you XD: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10339919/1/Behind-Frosted-Doors

If you haven't heard of the song before, there are basically two major interpretations to it: it can either be viewed as a platonic or romantic relationship between twins. The overall idea is that, as adolescents, they realize that they're growing and that things are no longer the same. By that, no longer the same physically—as in their once similar facial features, hand sizes, etc. are all different now— and from a social standpoint, where it is no longer acceptable to do some things that were so normal for them as twins, such as sleeping in the same bed together (like I said before, you can view it however you like; be it either as the innocent indignance of close-knit twins who were suddenly made to distance themselves, or a tale of forbidden incestuous love). Most vocaloid songs, including this one, are up to interpretation anyway. I might be slightly off though, it has been quite a while since I've delved into the meanings of vocaloid songs. Whether or not to consider this jelsa piece as platonic or romantic, it's also up to you hehehe.

I have mixed feelings about this artwork. I haven't tried this art style in a while and though I like how it turned out, I'm not satisfied with the hands lol they're the bane of my existence xD. I also kept going back and forth modifying random parts of the artwork, so I decided to finally post it because I will never be done with it at this rate xD.

[two-bees-poetry]

my main character is a teenage lesbian

[thedeluxedoll]

[dionysian-mystery]

All my life, I've been obsessed with adolescence — drunk on it. Even when I was little, I knew that teenagers sparkled. I knew they knew something children didn't know, and adults ended up forgetting.

Lorde on turning 20

[veegodoi87]

"Helping girls to blossom and show their inner beauty, as well as coloring this ugly city a little. Just like and comment!" 🌸📱❤️

- C.B. (Cherry Blossom), Maya Aco Hindenburg

[moami]

I don't know where I'll be in five years, or in ten. I thought I could predict life if I only tried hard enough; if I pushed into the tracks of my chosen path with all the force of my body, muscles tightening in anticipated soreness, to force a cart without wheels along the road I wanted to take. In my mind, I told myself that certainty was possible if I aligned the stars and synchronised the planets myself, whatever it took.

There's no road. None of us have a cart, either.

I cried about that for a long time. There's nothing I wanted more than knowing that what I did was surely correct. That with mathematical precision, my idea of a flawless outcome was achievable and I could chip it out of marble day by day, even if I saw nothing in the white stone.

In the end, we all just walk through the forest. The road we think we see is where light touches, or flowers grow, or water flows between the moss. Whatever draws you in becomes a path.

I don't know. That used to scare me. It still does, sometimes, when a new thing lands in the forest with a meteor-impact or a leaf crumbles from my oak tree.

There's no road. There's no cart. I don't know.

I just walk here and admire the sights.

[hersurvival]

Adolescence was a struggle

Between church and my parents,

My parents and who I was kissing,

Who I was kissing and what I was wearing,

What I was wearing and who's fault it was.

Formative means the worst of times,

The memories I can only see in black and white,

As if my brain decided that made it easier, lighter.

It was blood and willful ignorance,

Distance and guilt trips,

House after house after house

After school after school

After step-dad.

It was telling my mother she broke my heart

For the last time at 13.

It's her telling me now that I need therapy

Only because of one teenage party.

It's seeing her blue eyes in my sleep,

Flinching because she used to

Make my mouth bleed,

Hiding everything and knowing

I will never get an apology.

@nosebleedclub June 19th - Formative

[pvtwrites]

sleepover with self

a longer, older poem on growing up, girlhood and learning to love your younger self

note: i sort of despise the way i used to format my old poems because i feel like there were more original ways to express the overall tone. but that aside, i’ve had a lot of people interpret this as a letter from mother to daughter, which i see more clearly now as a subconscious force that moved me while writing this poem. i do feel maternal when thinking about my younger self!!

my older writing focused heavily on emotion and less on content but i think it’s changed a lot since i’ve grown more interested in STEM. i still feel those feelings but struggle to write on them as much because i keep getting swept up by metaphors for more obscure stuff. blahblahblah writing style backstory ok bye

[vintage-tigre]

[dk-thrive]

Last night I dreamt that we were young again and loved each other fiercely with our bodies. It was in the midst of ruin even then, the roof collapsing in, dust and debris all around. Ah but we were fearless in the face of time.

— Moyra Donaldson, "Fearless" from her collection 'Carnivorous’ (Doire Press, January 1, 2019)

[sherilee]

One of the weirdest things about growing up is realizing you only gave those guys a chance because of your teenage self-esteem. I can't believe the heartache I'd construct over a messy hairdo who covered his bass in stickers.

[the-overanalyst]

adolescence is just a pendulum that swings between longing for the past and longing for the future