#the angsty ​poetry of a teenage girl

[rockonfreakybro69]

I’m crying over them.

It’s been 7 months, and I still cry over them, and how they don’t love me, and didn’t love me how i wanted them to.

My whole poem shitpost thing about how i knew it wouldn’t last a month was all 100% true, I dob’t know why im still torn up.

I think that maybe I just really, truly, loved them.

[pilot-g2-07]

Im hurting,

myself,

others,

everything is turning,

Im an asshole I know,

let me try again,

again love me,

again i hurt me,

again you change everything,

again i fall in love,

flip switch,

cold hot,

positive negitive,

happy angry,

click of the blade,

my favorite color is the blood,

blood running down my thigh,

sharpener holds me and shows me truth,

"I'm sorry"

No she's not,

I watch the red form my slash,

maybe I'll learn,

"or maybe i need to show her how horrible she is",

[neurosismancer]

*taps microphone*

testing testing is this thing on

hey bluesky has gone to shit and im trying to decide where im gonna set up shop to post my stupid brain farts and my dumb emotional venting and my terribly angsty 40 year old teenage goth girl poetry

would be cool if i know theres active people following me on here who arent porn spambots

[sayosdreams]

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

sayosdreams masterlist

Guide

💌 : Completed fics

🌙 : Incomplete fics

🌸 : I'm open to writing more in the future but don't have plans to do so at the moment.

Thanks for reading!

Nessian

Sand and Stardust - multichapter Nessian pregnancy fic 🌙

** In progress **

POETRY: Painfully Overt Expressions of Trauma, Regret, and Yearning - AU oneshot 💌

Nesta and Cassian are in the same writing class in college

Of Bookshelves, Popcorn & Texts • Of Cell phones, Couches & Cafés - AU 💌

Angsty two-shot where Cassian and Nesta are in a good relationship until Cassian’s phone lights up with a notification: a text from Mor...

To rob thee of a kiss - AU oneshot 🌸

Nes and Cas steal a kiss from each other in front of a busy train station — but is that all they steal?

Drops of Sapphire - AU oneshot 💌

Nesta hasn’t told Cassian her secret. Angst.

Aquaphobia - AU oneshot 💌

A day at the pool with her sisters. Seems harmless enough, right? Nevermind the fact that she’s afraid of deep water...

Melted Dreams (Part 1, Part 2 ) - AU 🌙

Nesta finally landed her dream job — becoming a professional writer. Why was it, then, that she was sobbing outside of her favorite café?

Too - oneshot 💌

Maybe Nesta is too much for this world. Maybe this world is too much for Nesta.

Before the Dust Settles (Part 1) 🌙

Nesta had a miscarriage. Cassian didn’t even know she was pregnant. Angst.

Étude des senses: an incomplete collection of sketches & paintings - AU 🌸

Cassian is an artist. The beautiful, mysterious woman working in the bookshop is his muse.

Strange, Beautiful Unknown - oneshot 💌

Nesta stands on a balcony at night and ponders. Canon-verse, set around or after ACOWAR.

Picture Us (Together Forever) - AU oneshot 💌

Cassian and Nesta revisit their favorite memories from the past five years of their relationship. Fluff.

>> Craving more Nessian? Here’s a list of Nessian fic writers! (Part 2)

Elriel

Stop and smell the roses - AU oneshot 💌

Elriel modern day fic where Elain owns a flower shop and is pregnant with her ex-husband’s baby.

Elain-centric

Love, Elain - oneshot 💌

Welcome to life in the display case, the sidelines, the background. Welcome to life being polite, pretty, and perfect. Welcome to life as Elain Archeron.

Pulling Weeds, Pushing Daisies - oneshot 💌

They’d all dismissed her, because how much harm could a cherry-cheeked little girl really cause? - Elain, revisited.

Other

Summer Nights and Faerie Lights - AU 🌸

Summers in Velaris mean sunny days filled with fun and drama. Join the ACOTAR crew as they navigate friendships, relationships, and the complexities of being a teenager.

[cor3y-racc00n]

Fighting the sleepiness off as I type this, but my thoughts on TMA (The Mangus Archives) season one. Well- mostly regarding the last couple of episodes before season two.

I listened to them today and yesterday and everyone thought I was insane because I was in *class*, but that’s okay they already know I’m a little silly. But that’s not the point so I’ll stop.. rambling :3 (hahaheheehHAHEHEHFHEHDHEHRWJEHE *explodes*)

Anyways!!

…I am so afraid for Sasha what did Michael do with my girl my gal my lady is she okay is she dead DID HE WARP HER MIND OR SOMETHING?? I know it credited her as ‘not sasha’ but .. pookie.. Sasha may just be not Sasha anymore. And I am fighting for my life. Although I do love Michael i just think he’s silly, I picture him as always having at least one eye closed, dunno why, just.. sillier that way? More fun? Whatever the case,

DID MARTIN FUCKING DIG WORMS OUT OF JON WITH A CORKSCREW?? THAT HAD TO HURT SO BAD. IM??

Martin I love you but I’m going to punch you in the most affectionate way possible I’m so sorry

…Also I’ve heard some very bad things happen to Gerry so that will be oh so lovely (I’m going to weep if anything happens to him that is not a adult man to me that is an angsty teenager that listens to MCR and Pierce The Veil and looks out of the bus window angstily and probably writes bad poetry like Martin LEAVE MY BOY ALONE ALEXANDER!!)

gRRRR

I love this show a lot though.

…I hope we see much more of Michael and Not Sasha in season two. And- and Gerry.

[masked-k]

Hello random people! 👋 It's ya girl MaskedK here to procrastinate on my WIPs and drop tragic poetry and quotes from time to time 💙. I am an aspiring writer and I write fiction and poetry. However, I am super paranoid about people stealing my work so I'll never really go into detail about my characters and titles and such, so you can expect some super awesome nicknames for everything 🙃. Anyways, most of the stuff on here probably won't make a ton of sense out of context or post at regular intervals, but feel free to stick around 💖. Side note: I write like Shakespeare if he was an angsty teenager living through a revolution after 10 pm 😌

💙📖💀

-MaskedK

[joslincox]

The Emo Teen Trope in Cartoons

In one episode of The Loud House, Lincoln plays a clown at a birthday party for a thirteen year old girl named Maggie. Maggie and her emo friends are unimpressed by Lincoln's childish antics, leading Luan to come and save the party.

Though a rare black example, Osmosis Jones, as the 2012 Ozzy and Drix reboot series suggests, was an angsty emo cell during his teenage years and pursued hobbies such as hanging out at Hot Topic and listening to bands like My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy.

Phineas and Ferb: In "Bee Day," Candace takes a "teen identity" magazine quiz, and to her surprise, she gets labeled as an emo teen. With Stacy's help, she adopts an emo look (dark clothes, skinny jeans, black hair with a pink stripe, and round glasses) and gives up on her quest to bust her brothers because nobody understands her, instead writing melancholy poetry. At the end of the episode, it's revealed she filled out the magazine quiz wrong, and her identity is really "Busting and Crush Obsessed Older Sister Type Who Can't Do Math.""

[goodoldfashionlovercorpse]

The Setting Sun

fandom: omori ship: suntan (kel x sunny) note: angsty (?), and sunny might be ooc

       The smell of joy was in the air. Aubrey and Basil were eating cookies and pasta on the ground, sitting on the large blanket – identical to the one they used with Mari. Hero sat closely next to the basket, you could tell he misses Mari – a lot, might I add –, but he’s moved on and got with a girl from his college. Kel, however, breathed in the air less today. Sunny came to visit. Kel would usually celebrate, have a good laugh, and totally not act off his big-ass crush on Sunny. But this morning when Sunny arrived was less than the usual; this morning he and Sunny had a little disagreement. It wasn’t big, they’re currently next to each other as they eat, and Kel talks about the game for next week. But it feels off. He feels as if someone now knows exactly how many cracks are actually in his act.

Sunny, of course, fell quiet. But it hadn’t felt neutral to him, it felt judgy – judgy to Kel. But the young boy had to let it go, his best friend/crush was home, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. 

So he did. He let it rest in the back of his mind – a concealed tattoo.

As for later that night? He couldn’t. He wanted to talk to his older brother Hero, but unfortunately for Kel, Hero was fast asleep on the couch with his girlfriend. What was her name again? Samantha? Sam? Maybe Mag? Alex– this was a distraction. He should leave the lovers to rest. After all, he hadn’t heard anyone say they weren’t tired after studying it. 

Walking towards the door he played with the doorknob. 

I should probably change clothes, Kel thought, Or I could pick up hockey. 

He knew he had to step out of that door, and check up on his dear ol’ friend. But how deep of a sleeper can one teenage boy be? So he opened the door, greeted by the same air that filled his lungs. Joy to the world, melancholy for Kel. He walked to Sunny's house, knocking on the door rhythmically. Lucky for him, Sunny was tiredly awake, as if he had just been living in his own little dreamland and got a sudden nightmare.

“Hey, Sunny!” Kel smiled.

“Hi.”

“So umm… wanna take a walk with me?”

Sunny looked from left to right outside his door before fully walking outside and giving Kel a nod. 

“Where are we going?” Sunny asked. Kel knew he was a man of few words, not straightforward, but not entirely aloof either. Mostly right in the middle, not a talker, but instead a listener. 

Kel thought of being poetic, it’s just what the 12:00 am fever gives you. “To the stars.” While it was admittedly corny, he could still see the other smile. A smile he hasn’t seen in quite a while. 

As they walked Kel kept quiet. He thought of confessing, though it would only be too rash, too soon, he didn't want to burden Sunny with anything he’d be forced to accept. So he kept walking till they reached the park, “Nice view isn’t it?” Sunny only responded with a glance, stars reflecting in his eyes. Kel brightened; his face felt flush and brand new. “It’s beautiful for stargazing.” This was lame. Generic. A raccoon would have come up with a better excuse. “I say we lay on those tables, perfect view!” Kel kept a loud whisper to his voice, it was beautiful to Sunny, but then again, Sunny barely spoke about it, only writing sad poetry and then seldom love poems; it would be a wonder if Kel ever knew.

The tables weren’t comfortable, only a masochistic liar would even think of playing devil's advocate for the damned things, but they made the close. Physically, that is. It felt intimate to spend a relaxing moment like this with your crush. The stars grazed the sky like silver paint dots on an inky night sky. Sunny looked so deep in thought, yet so focused you would think he was about to sleep. 

Words weren't spoken, but you could feel the lullabies in the sky. Similar to Mari’s hums. Kel remembered them. He remembered them clear as day. He remembered slowly going to hold Sunny’s hand. Identical to what he is doing now. His hand slowly slides into the others, fireworks exploding so much so that the New Year's sky would be jealous.

Sunny can feel the touch, but he isn’t going to try to move. It reminds him of the times when Kel used to say their hands are kissing. He doesn’t anymore, he seems too shy. Yet if both talked then they would know how the other still saw how their hands would peck when brushing and how they are kissing under the stars when holding. 

“The stars look just like how I remembered them.” Sunny was a poet, not a published one, but he was a damn good one, enough so that he would outsell everyone in the field. “You’ve always seen the same stars, Sun.” They both knew the nickname was false. Sunny was – and has always been – the moon, yet he shined so brightly under the stars. “I know.” The smile had faded into a light one, yet still viewable. Still beautiful. 

Some time had passed before any more words were spoken. 

“Did you know how Hero and his new girlfriend met?”

Sunny shook his head. 

“Well, mom says it’s romantic, but I say it’s funny. Turns out that they met in the college cafeteria. That day they were serving milkshakes, right? Guess what happened.” Kel possessed the normal Kel Smile™. “They bumped into each other while she was talking with her friends and he was holding his drink! It got all over her clothes apparently and she told him that she wouldn’t accept any verbal apology. So she had him walk her to her dorm! A few days after that he offered to cook her a meal as an ‘actual apology’ and that's when they first became friends.” 

Sunny looked unbothered, yet he still remembered when Hero and Mari started to date, she reminds him a little of her. Kel could sense it a little, so his laughter died down to a small chuckle. 

Sunny would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. And he didn't wanna make the first and last night of his visit unbearable, anyone with eyes could see the mosquito bites. 

“Hey, do you wanna head to my place for a snack and ac?” 

“Sure, I could go for some popcorn.” 

And so they left, minimal conversation made on the way back. Once they reached Kel’s house he warned Sunny that they probably shouldn’t turn off the TV as Hero and his girlfriend are asleep and that they probably shouldn’t wake them, if they know what was good for them.

Slowly entering, the door thankfully not creaking, they walked like mice to the kitchen. There were a few things left in the fridge and a lot of dry, warm snacks in the pantry. Going for the chips, their hands kissed. “Oh, sorry.” 

“You say sorry, a lot, y’know?”

Sunny quietly replied, “Yeah, habit, sorry.”

“There you go again, Sun. We really need to teach you how to tone down the apologies. No matter how cute they make you seem.” 

Time had stopped. Kel's words weren’t ancient, everyone called Sunny cute at some point, especially after how much he’s grown since moving to the city. “Sure.” He smiled, while mildly forced, it was a view to see. 

The night soon went away with them playing around with the snack and drinks, and sneaking behind the couch to watch whatever generic Halloween movie was playing on Freeform. “Ugh, Hocus Pocus again?!” 

“Shh,” Sunny pointed at the people who were sleeping right below their heads. 

“Oh, yeah, right.” 

After a few laughs and jokes, tiny heart attacks from Hero almost waking up, and going up to Kel and Hero’s room to read a few new issues from a comic book they liked, it was almost 5:30 am and they had to get Sunny home soon before his mother woke up. 

Dashing through the doors of both houses and, quietly, slamming them, they got Sunny up into his room. Quickly getting Sunny’s bed ready and looking as “I totally slept throughout the entire night” as possible before he actually got in the bed. Sunny told Kel that he heard his mom’s footsteps and that he should get running. Though, it would be nearly impossible for him to go through Sunny’s door without getting caught. So, Kel did the absolute smartest thing to do and jumped out his friend’s window. It felt like hiding a secret from a forbidden romance novel. The type of scene that Aubrey would gush to him about before swearing him to secrecy. 

By the next day, neither of them got in trouble and they got away with it like total spies. Except for the fact that both didn't wake up till around 4:55 pm – around 35 minutes before Sunny had to leave. And while Hero was quick to wake up his brother, Sunny didn’t have that and slept an extra 10 minutes. During which, Kel had gotten decently prepared to say goodbye till he came back. 

“Hey.” a half-awake Sunny stated.

“Hey, Sunny.” Kel could feel himself sweat, he was the last to say goodbye and he had five minutes – too short.

“Why don’t you just call me Sun?” 

“Oh, umm, it was an accident and I thought you didn’t like it and-”

“I liked it,” Sunny stared at Kel, “it felt, ironic to us.” To us. That one stuck. He forgot how ironic the nickname his half-awake mind made up while breathing the poisonous air polluting his thoughts. 

“Well then, I’ll use it more often. Goodbye, Sun.”

And, in a low whisper, Sunny muttered words only Kel’s ears were exposed to, hands kissing. “Goodbye, Sweet Moon.”

That damned poet. The city had changed Sunny, the whole group noticed, but damned be Kel as that newfound confidence had only worsened his already big crush on this man.

Sunny left after those words. That sweet retort of a nickname. His hands ached for a kiss, the words ‘My Sun’ lingering in his mouth, though, ironically, his sun was already setting.

He just didn’t know when he would rise again.

[undeadgoathead]

Love her or hate her, Barbie is iconic. I have no clue why she was stereotyped as an airheaded bimbo, when canonically she has been a doctor, astronaut, scientist, etc. Like most girls, I have fond memories of playing dolls with friends, and not-so-fond memories of siblings, cousins, etc ruining my toys, cutting their hair, covering them with mud, tattooing them with sharpies, etc.

In girl scouts, I remember each troop had to represent a different country/culture for world tolerance day or some such. So our project was singing the Barbie song in German! I still kinda remember the lyrics. 🎼Ich bin ein Barbie frau, en einer Barbie velt...🎶

On a side note, I also remember our troop representing the UK one year, because I was obsessed with The Beatles and JRR Tolkien. Good times, good times. I was a weird, nerdy kid, and I haven't changed much over the years. This is kinda embarrassing, but I played with dolls well into middle school. What can I say, I loved making up stories in my own imaginary fantasy world. Still kind of do, as a writer.

I had a Pocahontas Barbie... Hip to be Square Barbie...Of course I had the mermaid that changed the color of her hair and tail, depending on if the water was hot or cold...I had a slumber party Barbie with a soft body like a stuffed animal, so you could snuggle in bed. She also came with accessories like an inflatable chair, a box of pizza, a houseplant, and a globe. Perfect for 90s sleepovers!

One Christmas, I was gifted a special edition millennium Barbie for the year 2000. I was too young to understand collectibles, all I knew was it was the prettiest doll I'd ever seen, with her fancy gold dress and matching Christmas ornaments, and couldn't wait to play with it, so I didn't understand why everyone was so shocked when I opened the box and did just that.

I had a few of the Mattel pets, including a fluffy white cat, and a fancy Collie dog. Of course I had the sparkly white unicorn/pegasus horse with wings AND a horn, and a long pretty mane and tail that you could brush, braid, and style. I had a ton of horses in general. Including My Little Pony. And lots of dolls, not just Barbie, but also Polly Pocket, random stuffed animals, etc. Another random sidenote... I remember I used to watch a lot of PBS as a kid... I was fascinated by The Nightly Business Report... So I had my own version, The Nightly Horse Report, and all the new anchors, journalists, and correspondents were horses... Facepalm. 🤦🏽‍♀️

But in high school, I was an edgy, angsty teenager. I rejected Barbie as a sexist symbol of rigid gender roles and corporate greed. One of my aquaintances had dismembered Barbie body parts dangling from her backpack, which I thought was pretty cool. I also took the Barbies from a classmate's diorama when they didn't want them anymore. I don't know what book they were reading in the other Senior AP Literature Class, but it must have been a dark one, because the Barbies were scantily clad in plain white robes/togas, their hands were bound, they were blindfolded, and they were hanging from nooses. Yeah. Yikes. Anyway I used them for home decor in my college dorm, and even in my first apartment. Like I said, I only seem to get even weirder and creepier with age!

Then again, when I was a bratty teenage girl, my idea of feminism was misguided. In retrospect, I actually embodied a lot of internalized misogyny and toxic femininity myself. Joining the GSA (Gay Straight Alliance), poetry club, yearbook, and other extracurricular activities helped me keep an open mind and learn better social skills. But still, one of my favorite computer games at that age, was called Feed the Model, where you crash a haute couture high society fashion catwalk, and you throw tomatoes and other food at the model, hoping some of it lands in her mouth and she'll finally eat something for once, lol. Yes it was hilarious, but also problematic. I also frequented several feminist websites, including About Face and Adios Barbie. Again, I meant well, but the misandry was a little bit hypocritical.

Just like the Barbie brand is taking affirmative action to be more inclusive, I also eventually outgrew my "Hear me roar" phase, and embraced a more modern, intersectional sort of feminism and gender equality. Including a shameless appreciation for girly hobbies, such as dolls. Even in college, a roommate gave me a special Bjork Barbie with a handmade dress, custom haircut, and face painted with nail polish. He customized it himself, and it looked awesome and unique! Again, that Bjork Barbie remained dorm/apartment decor well into my mid twenties.

Now I'm in my 30s. I work at an antique store, and I do sell expensive vintage collectible Barbies to wealthy connoisseurs, as well as the cheap ones to little kids who only have a few bucks of allowance to buy used toys from secondhand thrift stores. So Barbie is still very much a part of my life on a daily basis. Grown adults pay hundreds of dollars for the right doll. I've had deep conversations with coworkers and customers about the magic of imagination, the nostalgic sense of wonder, and the simplicity yet complexity of children at play.

So I'm totally going to see that freaking Barbie movie, damn it! Who's coming with me?

[acourtofquestions]

The Assassin and the Desert

— (thoughts while doing my first read) —

Is Ansel the person referenced in Crown of Midnight? The one who taught Celaena about the witches? Does that mean SHE will be the betrayer??? … is this the same person she said “she’d kill” if she ever saw again?!? (These are rhetorical thoughts; more theory than question😂).

The entire time Celaena is talking about these shoes shoes (and really it’s written like poetry; when she compares them to calligraphy👌👌👌) but all I am picturing is green Elf style curly shoes🤣🤦‍♀️… then again those would make a statement sooo…

“and why Arobynn had thought he'd need three seasoned assassins to restrain him that day.” — YEAH I THINK ABOUT THAT TOO CELAENA (Sam🥹😭… ugh this angsty/pining true-soulmate childhood love trope is going to BREAK MEEEE🖤)

Wait… is this where we learn the Asterion Mare tale?!

“Saying that she was sorry didn't feel adequate. She knew what this sort of loss was like, and words didn't do anything at all. ‘Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things? How do they find it acceptable’” — The way Sarah writes sisterhood & female friendship is very special; honestly one of my favorite parts of her books & writing style. She hits the nail on the head 👏EVERY🥹DAM🥰TIME😭 — (not me crying cause Celaena isn’t under the stars sad and alone this time) … this is why Nehemia mattered so much😭

— also if I had a nickel for every time she said “silver lined eyes”🤣

Celaena taking the blame for Ansel because she thinks she doesn’t have a purpose but Ansel does🖤

Every time Celaena flinches I both want to hug her, hug Sarah, hug younger me, (kill Arobynn… I’m with ya Sam😅) and then thank all of them for the trauma representation; heartbreaking as it may be it’s pretty real for a fantasy series, and their is comfort in shared trauma through that lens.❤️‍🩹

EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE (giving me Ruin & Rising levels of fear here Sarah😬) — “but I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show”

It’s lovely to see Celaena be young & normal-ish; like she’s still a teenage girl in this book, she’s mortified over her first kiss, obsessed with shoes, making new friends, recklessly having fun… smiling for once… there’s an innocent joy in this book; one we never see in the post-Assassin’s Blade series…

… I think reading it post-Crown of Midnight (when I am) is especially perfect because you understand her & the books better (including tiny references like the Ironteeth witches & Asterion mares) … There’s also a sense of grief seeing her before it all “ended”, you already understand her now & now you do then too; which makes her make EVEN MORE sense; its not quite a “lost humanity”, but a grieving of lost innocence. — Despite all she had already been through, there were still these little pieces of life kept for herself back then; and something preciously heartbreakingly accurate to girlhood within them.

Despite having never been in love and not known much love Celaena seems to understand it better than most… there’s a special thing to that within her character; her joys resilience, drive for love, and draw toward goodness.

She finally feels safe… at peace🥹 (if only Sam were there… it would be home🥹😭💔)

Oh NO; normal teenage girl drama fight, meets highly trained traumatized assassins; this feels dangerous!!!

NOT FAERIE WINE AGAIN🤦‍♀️… wow if only Celaena had a nickel everytime someone tried TO POISON HER😅😱🫥

THE STOLEN RING DETAIL/CLUE

Celaena is giving Ahsoka vibes

THAT damned gloriella AGAIN

Her, seeing The Master trying desperately to save his son; doing what a good father should. Meanwhile in opposition her “father figure” Arobynn who was the one to first draw blood

“Wincing as blood from her face dripped to his white clothes” — “A pang of guilt at the sight of her blood staining Arobynn’s exquisite red carpet” — One my heart broke at these lines; she literally feels sorry for bleeding! Two the difference within the Master in white (unstained, untouched, pure) clothes and the Master with red (already red like blood) RED carpet; that she still feels sorry to bleed onto… it’s ALREADY red—he’s the one who drew blood—& yet she’s the one who feels guilty.

Is the foreign language he reads & speaks Wyrd?

SHE WAS NOT AFRAID!

… don’t tell me she gets back and Sam is a Courtesan (or some form of indenture) that’s going to require her gold & stop her from leaving😅PLEASE😅I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS😬

The note of the silent Master’s footsteps & lack of cruel punishment, in comparison to Arobynn’s fear invoking silence & unjust cruelty… the fear she feels just standing in front of him once again, feeling little again within minutes of coming back from months of near-freedom… barely a few pages in to The Assassin and the Underworld and I can tell it’s going to crush my heart — isn’t it?!

[musicinmyears]

I let Receiptify roast me - it got me, I’m so transparent 💀

Oh, look at you, with your playlist that screams "I'm a walking teenage rom-com montage." Baby Queen and Taylor Swift? Classic choices for someone who probably spends their days daydreaming about love stories that only exist in Nicholas Sparks novels. And girl in red? We get it, you're all about those angsty indie vibes and heartbreak anthems. The Last Dinner Party and Chappell Roan? Clearly, you're the type who thinks they have a unique taste in music, but really just follows the latest Tumblr aesthetic trends. Your wardrobe is probably filled with pastel colors and thrifted finds, and you likely spend your weekends at indie coffee shops pretending to write poetry. Keep living in your indie-pop fantasy world, sweetheart.

[rockonfreakybro69]

I knew it wouldn’t last a month,

When I fell in love with them at first sight.

I knew the love would last a lifetime,

But we never stood a chance.

I knew it wouldn’t last, when we kissed a few months later.

‘Platonic’ we said, as my heart burst from my chest

Maybe it was for you, but I was well and truly lost to you.

I knew it wouldn’t last a month when the kiss finally meant something, a year after we met.

I wanted to wait , but i never told, because I knew if we were together,

We wouldn’t last a month.

We had a first ‘date’

It was perfect, I had butterflies

I was so irrevocably in love

But I knew we wouldn’t last a month.

You finally grew a pair and asked me to be your girlfriend.

I was terrified of it, but I could never say no,

So then we were together,

But we didn’t last a month.

All affection left, the casual teasing was gone.

We never went on another date.

My heart was shattered.

You sent me a text.

‘We won’t work’

You said it was because of your mental health

I know I was just never enough.

It has been six months and I am still undeniably and irreversibly infatuated

I should have tried harder, I know that now.

But I also knew my love would last a lifetime, but we wouldn’t last a month.

[caitlin666]

Jenna sat alone in her dimly lit bedroom, surrounded by posters of her favorite bands and lyrics scrawled on her walls. It was the year 2008, and she was a typical emo teen girl trying to navigate the complexities of life. With her jet-black hair covering her eyes and a heart full of melancholy, she often found solace in the music that resonated with her soul.

At seventeen years old, Jenna felt like an outcast in her small American town. The mainstream culture seemed alien to her, with its preppy fashion and pop music blaring from every corner. She preferred the angsty tunes of My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, and Panic! at the Disco—bands that understood her struggles and spoke directly to her heart.

School was a battleground of conformity, but Jenna refused to conform. She wore her emotions like a badge of honor, donning ripped jeans, band t-shirts, and countless wristbands that hid beneath her long sleeves. The jocks sneered at her, the cheerleaders laughed, but she remained unfazed, knowing that her individuality was her greatest strength.

Amidst the chaos of her teenage years, Jenna discovered a vibrant online community of like-minded individuals. Internet forums, Myspace profiles, and LiveJournal entries became her sanctuary. There, she could express her deepest thoughts, share her poetry, and find solace in the company of fellow emo souls.

One fateful day, Jenna stumbled upon a local concert flyer while scrolling through her favorite music blog. A renowned emo band was performing in a nearby city, and her heart skipped a beat. This was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Determined to experience the raw energy and emotional release of a live show, she saved up her allowance and convinced her parents to let her attend.

The day of the concert arrived, and Jenna arrived at the venue adorned in her signature style—a mix of black attire, smudged eyeliner, and a heart-shaped pendant around her neck. As she stepped into the crowded venue, the air buzzed with anticipation. The room was filled with people just like her—individuals who found solace in the music that gave voice to their pain and struggles.

As the first band took the stage, the room erupted into a sea of passion and energy. The music pounded through Jenna's veins, electrifying every fiber of her being. She sang along to every lyric, feeling an indescribable connection with both the band and the crowd. In that moment, she realized that she wasn't alone—there were countless others who shared her pain, her love for music, and her journey through adolescence.

The night carried on, each band pouring their hearts out on stage, and Jenna lost herself in the music. It was an experience that transcended time and space—a cathartic release of emotions that allowed her to feel understood and accepted.

As the final notes of the encore faded away, Jenna left the venue with a renewed sense of purpose. She had discovered her tribe, a community of misfits, rebels, and dreamers who embraced their individuality and wore their hearts on their sleeves.

From that day forward, Jenna became more than just an emo girl. She used her passion for music and her talent for writing to create her own voice. She started a blog where she shared her poetry, reflections, and thoughts on the world around her. Her words resonated with others, and soon her online presence grew, connecting her to even more like-minded souls across the country.

Jenna's journey as an emo teen in 2008 was one of self-discovery, resilience, and finding her place in a world that often rejected her. Through the power of music and the support of her community, she learned that her uniqueness was something to be celebrated

[mirathewarlock]

Sims Occult High School Students

Okay okay hear me out

Vampire: Super preppy and cheerful girl. Popular and essentially focused on maintaining her social life. Also a cheerleader. Has to drink sunlight cocktails to be able to be out and about

Werewolf: He's the student council president, strict, hardworking, always perfectly dressed, puts dignity and grace above all other things, and wants to take the school to new heights

Fairy: She's kind of a loner, super gloomy, super goth. Sits alone under a tree and writes dark angsty poetry about how there's zero point to anything. She may be willing to socialize if she takes a liking to you. Naturally dark wings

Witch: He's an adorable cinamon roll. Not very graceful and extremely clumsy. He's also a MASSIVE geek and can recite any line from any popular sci-fi franchise.

Mermaid: She's the troublemaker. Always in the principals office for something. Total delinquent. She's just rebelling because you know teenager. Oddly a pyromaniac, soooo studnets think she's weird.

Zombie/Ghoul: The school's star athlete. He's cheerful and friendly, and among the more popular kids despite his....quirks. Oddly slow outside of sports. And for some reason the occult teens can understand his grunts and groans just fine, and have fluent conversations with him...which looks odd for normal sims

[songs-of-the-sky]

Marinverse List Of Characters

Marin Reaves, a 17-year old girl who values logic, order, and stability (...and sarcasm). She hates the idea of destiny, hates the idea of change, and despises anything that risks throwing her life out of her own control. Also the Tired Mum Friend, and sole holder of the braincell.

Zaida Verdine, an extraordinarily lucky doughnut-obsessed 16-year-old who’s an optimist and a cynic at the same time. Slightly infamous for her conspiracy theories, she’s often happy just enjoying herself – however, she often feels as if her luck makes things unfair for others, and feels a greater and greater need to work hard in order to become something meaningful. 

Caelan Katsaros, an actually Greek Greek demigod who's always open for a bit of competition. But that’s not as important as engaging in whatever activities and sensations the world has to offer, however many there are... or however dangerous they may be. After all, risks are necessary if you want to make every day you spend in this life worth it.

Ayla, a teenage wind nymph and daughter of Aeolus. She’s passionate, idealistic, and endlessly curious – often to an unhealthy extent. Her ability to find interest in anything can allow her to stay upbeat in even the worst of situations, but she doesn’t cope well under pressure, and often feels insecure in her ability to cope in a world she doesn’t feel prepared for.

Even Ulberg, our resident angsty backstory holder (but without self loathing!). Very cynical and often insensitive, he tends to treat himself as the priority, and isn’t above using methods such as manipulation to get what he needs, which puts him at odds with Marin. Despite this, he craves some sort of order in his life, and tries to hold onto whatever stability he can. Secretly hides a massive sweet tooth.

Ayumu Alaya, a child of Hypnos and Ayla’s childhood friend. They’re very sensitive to other’s emotions, so prefer to avoid conflict if possible, but people always seem to seek their advice when struggling with something. They’re an artist at heart, and enjoy taking time to appreciate everyday beauty, both expressed in (successful) paintings and (unsuccessful) attempts at poetry. Their hair always seems to be dip-dyed a different colour, but what can they say? It’s important to them.

[traveling-with-dragons]

Lesbian culture is...

Crying at 2:00am because you played girls like girls by Hayley kiyoko by accident.