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hi
anyone wanna talk about their problems? im here to listen and maybe try to give some advice
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“the age of adolescence is quite a strange one. i mean, it is a time when we are all trying to figure ourselves and the universe out. there are so many things that we do not understand, and yet, we are expected to overcome stuff without a guiding hand. we feel lost, no one will tell us where is it that we are supposed to find answers to the countless questions we have. we feel terribly lonely. even the most popular people at your high school must feel awfully lonely from time to time. and we all do fuck up every once in a while. being an adolescent means that you can screw things up, you are allowed to do so because you are learning. how do you get over a heartbreak? how does makeup work? how am i supposed to get good grades? am i awkward? (oh god, i am so awkward) when will things get better? does one stay this confused for the rest of their lives? confronting the age of adolescence is surely a painful and agonising rite of passage but there is also beauty in questioning and wondering, there is beauty at the edge of innocence, right before the cruel world swallows us whole.”
— the age of adolescence.
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my dad told me “if a man cares about you, you won’t ever have to wonder how he feels, he’ll constantly remind you” and that really hit deep.
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2am thoughts
maybe i need to be nicer
maybe i need to be slimmer
maybe i need to be conscious about what people think about me
maybe i need to take care of myself more
maybe i need to care about my grades
maybe i need more friends
maybe i need to be better
maybe i should go back to playing volleyball
maybe i should try harder
maybe i should go on a diet
maybe i should pray more
maybe i should be thankful
maybe i should care
maybe i shouldn't have met you
maybe i shouldn't have committed, it only made thinks worst
maybe i'm too young
maybe i dont act like my age
maybe i'm too childish
maybe i'm too mature
maybe i dress up funny
maybe they'll think i look weird
maybe i'm too fat
maybe i look bad in my pictures
maybe i need to care less
maybe i worry too much
maybe i overthink
maybe i'm the problem
maybe i was a mistake
maybe i was never supposed to be here
maybe i laugh too much
maybe i cry too little
maybe i'm insensitive
maybe im too sensitive
maybe i have a bad lifestyle
maybe i'm not that smart
maybe i dont have enough followers
maybe i look bad
maybe i embarass my friends
maybe i'm an embarrassment to my family
maybe they all hate me
maybe i'll die tomorrow
maybe they want me to die
maybe i should stop trying
maybe i should try some more
maybe i should stop hoping
maybe i should stop helping
maybe i'm just a burden
maybe i'm too boring
maybe i'm too energetic
maybe i'm a whore
maybe i'm too tall
maybe i should be whiter
maybe i should have a wider thigh gap
maybe i should have wider hips
maybe i should have a bigger bust
maybe i should start working out
maybe i shouldn't spend that much
maybe i'm too needy
maybe i'm annoying
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#sad#2am#im so tired#sleepy#realization#self love#physical appearance#hate myself#loveyourself#late night#lonely
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Here’s To You
Here’s to the teens who got their hearts broken early and went through that mess of falling apart on their bedroom floors to the sound of their favorite sad songs.
Here’s to the kids who were bullied to the point of near breaking and wished beyond imagine that for once someone would just stop to say something nice in the hallway.
Here’s to the teens who had to get jobs as soon as it was legal just to eat a decent meal and afford someplace to live.
Here’s to the girls and guys who’ve been harassed and touched and forced into things they’ll never truly get over.
Here’s to the kids and teens who have barely made it through the education system even though they worked as hard as they could.
Here’s to the girls who have to brush off harassment because “boys will be boys” and “they shouldn’t have been wearing such revealing clothes”.
Here’s to the people who’ve had to hide in the closet because they know this world is quick to judge and slow to accept even if it’s only love.
Here’s to the people who’ve argued with who they are and have tried to be someone else because they’re scared to be themselves.
Here’s to the parents who have had to stand outside their kids’ bedroom doors listening to them sob and not knowing quite what to say.
Here’s to the people who’ve tried to drink and smoke away memories of people who never cared enough.
Here’s to the outcasts who’ve never known what it’s like to feel like they belong and have kept their distance all their lives just to make other people feel comfortable.
Here’s to the people who smile even when they want to cry and say they’re fine when they’re not even close.
Here’s to the people who have to socialize every day even though their lives are controlled by irrational anxiety.
Here’s to the people who’ve hurt themselves or attempted suicide because sometimes life just makes the struggle that unbearable.
Here’s to the people who have lost someone who made their world go round and had to sit through a funeral when they really just felt like screaming.
Here’s to the boys who feel like they have to be tough and strong and masculine so they don’t ever cry in front of people.
Here’s to the people who never felt right in their bodies and were relieved when they realized they could do something about it.
Here’s to the people who have sat in therapy sessions feeling broken and worthless and frustrated.
Here’s to the people who have looked in the mirror and hated what they’ve seen.
Here’s to the people who have struggled to eat or struggled to control their eating only to get made fun of for being too skinny or too fat.
Here’s to the kids who never knew real family for whatever reason and wish they knew what that kind of love was like.
Here’s to the kids who have to celebrate their abusive parents once or twice a year just because they “gave you life”.
Here’s to the kids who grew up having to raise their siblings because their parents never did anything.
Here’s to the people who made mistakes in their life that rip them apart every day and define the rest of their lives.
Here’s to the people who face stereotypes and slurs and prejudice every single day just because of their skin color or gender.
Here’s to the people who think they aren’t valid or loved and still have to find their place in this world.
Here’s to anyone who needed this. I’m proud of you.
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Meditations by Marcus Aurelius | @wnq-books
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an introduction to my wip,
Him and Hymn
genre: dark fantasy
setting: the (fictional) town of Requiem Port, Washington
trigger warnings: alchoholism, cult abuse, themes of death
summary:
An artist escaping his past
A man who’s cursed and searching for a cure
An ex-cultist seeking revenge
Times are changing in the oceanside town of Requiem Port. The famed casino is getting less tourists, and the once bustling night life is slowing down.
Ivor Wells discovers the town not as he thought it would be. He needed an escape from his past, not the position of saving the world from necromancers bent on destroying the sun.
Evander Dellis never thought he’d still be alive by the twenty-first century. And certainly he never thought he’d be cursed. The rising sun, of which he once loved, was his age-old adversary.
Moss escaped them when he was twenty, but truly, he never left. Thirty years later, he still lives in that town, he’s still scarred, and he wants revenge with all the passion of the sun.
All three of their paths converge in interwoven destiny and a common goal; destroy the cult before the cult destroys the world.
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Me: does anybody want someone to talk to? Id love to volunteer. And im saying you, you cute boy in the back of the class
Him: No....
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