#Young and Dumb

[naylvsx]

i hate being a teenage girl but I also want to be one forever.

[dolliesks]

[diablogs]

A$ap

[tillyis2cool]

[uwkhj]

how do so many people my age have even one, let alone multiple tattoos when everything is so EXPENSIVE…like if i linked my cashapp here would people send me money. i am so fucking poor. it would mainly go to like..bills and shit but also maybe some tats or piercings if i can save up more.

if you’re interested…https://cash.app/$effytalton

will be in my bio as well :) any amount helps

this is me :) picture’s a little old and my hair is much shorter now but i’m too lazy to take pics right now

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Fanny covering "Young and Dumb" live for a French TV show circa 1972 (x)

[felthamar]

Send 🧠 to telepathically overhear one of my muse's thoughts!

🧠 - " Children these days. The young seriously think just because magic has come a long way means that they can just abuse it over and over again! They have no idea what our people had to suffer even before the prince betrayed his people! It's as if the more we learn, the more the brains of the children melt into a cesspool of excrement! This is why I do not teach anymore. No, my academy days are long gone. And my knowledge for those that are worthy! "

[[ Some brain power for the brain! @sanguinesorceress ]]

[everythingseasoning]

“I ain’t proud of

all the punches that I’ve thrown,

In the name of someone

I no longer know,

For the shame of being young

Drunk, and alone

Traffic lights

And the transmitter radio

—I don’t like it when

they threw me in the car!

I gave your name

As my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang

Even the cops

Thought you were wrong for

Hanging up

I dial drunk, I’ll die a drunk—

I’ll die for you”

- dial drunk, Noah Kahan

[darasnotesapp]

[merry-and-gayla]

how do you live in the moment when you know everything comes to an end?

how can i love you when i know you will break my heart some day?

[dolliesks]

[joaniscruzing]

not a fanfic, just a little random thing i wrote

so i was dealing with some stuff ✨ and decided to write this. I don't know how this all got in my head and how i even wrote this, but enjoy? i guess? this isn't a fanfic, just something i imagined in my head.

“Why do you even talk to me?” you asked her. She showed up at your doorstep, six months after the last time the two of you had a real conversation, to which all she had to say was about how she had so many other plans, yet she came to spend time with you.

“What do you mean why? Aren’t we best friends?” she answered back, in that nonchalant way you hated. You hated how she could easily not care about anything, and forget some of the most crucial, important details. How could she forget? How she had asked you why you were how you were, and why you didn’t go the same path as her.

If only she knew that you’d give anything to be like her, for that to be who you are, and how you’d fake it if you could, but she was the one who taught you to be who you are with no regrets.

“Do best friends choose someone they barely know over someone they’ve known almost all their life?”

“I’ve known her three years. I can hang out with her if I want.”

“When do I ever see you now? Huh? We go to different schools, and you have your pretty friends, with their pretty gold jewelry, and perfect hair, and I have my friends, with their dyed hair, and baggy jeans, and obscure interests. Just admit it, you don’t like who I am now and you decided to talk to her to try and hide it a bit.” you see her eyes well up with tears. Oh, how bad you feel. But if only she had seen how hard you had been crying the night after you spent the whole day trying to rekindle something from the ashes of the friendship you now had with her.

“You know it’s not like that. You’ve always been like this. Pushing things out of proportion. Not leaving things as is, and instead, dwelling on every silly little thing you can think of.” she gets out, quietly, a small tear rolling down her face.

“You know, I was crying in the car, right next to you, and you didn’t even notice at all.” you whisper, voice breaking from incoming tears.

“There were people there. I didn’t want to cause a scene.” You make a mental list of literally everything else she could’ve done. She could’ve talked to you when you two were alone, or pulled you aside to see how you were doing. She could’ve texted you later to see how you were.

But she didn’t even notice you were missing when she was with all her other friends.

And what were you going to do? List all that to her? You would’ve sounded fucking insane.

“Alright, whatever.” you say, those thoughts racing through your head.

“You never answered my question.” she repeats. “We’re still friends, right?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice raising in pitch as you pace, walking in circles, your hands in the air. “Are we still friends? Because last time I checked, you wanted nothing to do with me. You stopped saying hi to me the last few months of school we had together before we went to different schools. When I tried sitting at your lunch table, I felt like a fish out of the water, because, not once did you make an effort to include me. In fact, how about how you would just REPORT to me every stupid thing those kids would say about me. Hm? How do you think that made me feel?”

She begins to try and explain herself, but you keep going.

“I was there for you when you needed me the most. When you were too scared to talk to anyone, and they made fun of you for being so quiet, wasn’t I there for you? Didn’t I do what I thought was the best thing for you at the time? I have needed you so badly these last two years, and all you’ve done is made my situation much worse. On top of having to deal with all my problems, I had to worry if I even had a true friend in my vicinity. You know what? If I’m being honest, up until last September, from the time you decided that I wasn’t what you needed anymore, I had no one. No one at all.”

“You have to understand,” she tries to explain, “I’ve had my things too, recently.”

“And I would’ve been there for you. All I wanted was my best friend. I wanted her to hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I didn’t want her to tell me that I couldn’t date my crush because it was against the ‘rules.’ I didn’t want you giving me looks every time I said anything that had to do with me liking girls. I would never have told you if I had known it would be this way.”

“I’m a woman of God. You know that.”

“God never had a problem with being gay.”

“Is this what this is all about? That I didn’t welcome you with open arms and give you something rainbow when you told me you were gay?”

“I just wanted you to be there.”

“Well aren’t I here now?”

“How long are you going to be here, before you go back and decide not to talk to me for another six months?” She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

She leaves, leaving the door for you to close. You watch her drive her car out of your driveway, because, unfortunately, you do still care about her.

You still think about the perfect memories you made with her, almost every single day when you were younger.

You still wish you could work things out with her, put this all behind, but deep down, you know it’s long over.

You have your best friend, the best one you could ask for, you’re no longer alone anymore. You realize that your best friend is hundreds of times a better match for you than the girl who just left your driveway. Taking a deep breath, the millions of things you wanted to say to her off of your chest, you finally accept it.

Accept the fact that it’s with a heavy heart that you finally accept the death of the friendship with your first real best friend.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

"I can work, slave all day 'Till that right man comes my way But 'till that man comes along I've got too much time on my hands I've gotta find me a superman And when I get him in my bedroom alone He'll never wanna go back home 'Cause I'm a hot lovin', good lovin' Sweet lovin' woman and I know how to love"

Fanny performing their cover of "Young and Dumb" by Ike & Tina Turner live on Beat-Club, 1972 (x)

[redpillfuturist215]

They did studies on this. Masculine men - IE those with good/non-alienated fathers, normal testosterone levels etc. lean conservative/republican/anti-feminist. Furthermore, as many have said, these young and dumb simps don't care about pro-life vs pro-choice, just whatever they think might give them the slightest chance of action with a girl. Tweets like this only serve as more evidence that only voting should be restricted to mentally sound, emotionally mature, net contributors to society who are of course citizens and have passed proper assessments including the full unbiased history of the country, government, voting et al.

[motherofcrows01]

[caffeinecattledude]

Old comic I made for twitter when I was going through a Bob Velsen simp phase. WTF was wrong with me 🤦