GET MY RAILROAD RUNNING, MR.BOHANNON.

beeth0ven:

Be chronically ill as a teenager or young adult is not The Fault In Our Stars or Everything, Everything or any other cinematic variation of that narrative.  Being sick as a teenager is not romantic. It’s not poetic. It’s doesn’t lead to pretentious relationships and lavish vacations. It doesn’t lead to quirky friends and fun outings. It isn’t a beautifully tragic plot device.

It’s watching people you used to be friends with move on without you. Learning to drive without you. Graduating high school without you. Going to college without you. Dating without you. It’s growing up and, the moment you have some independence, losing it. 

It’s having months and months of overdue school work. It’s having to pick between a passing grade and a flare up, or failing the class but maybe having some stability. 

It’s watching missed milestones pass you by. Watching your life pass you by.

It’s a constant fear of the future. “Will I get sicker? Will I ever be able to work?”

It’s never going to homecoming or prom. It’s not walking at graduation - either because you didn’t graduate or you can’t walk. Or both. 

It’s not chewing unlit cigarettes for the ~metaphor~, it’s going through Morphine withdrawal at 15 and taking the SATs with a drug-clouded brain. Hell, it’s watching people you know smoke pot on rooftops while you lay in bed high on Triptans and Tramadol. 

It’s not a John Green novel. There isn’t any glory in being a sick kid. There’s no scamming Make-A-Wish and sexy lovers. There’s no empathy from teachers or even from parents.

There is something innately alienating about only seeing your experiences portrayed in an unrealistic, romanticized light, especially at that age.   

(via fogblogger)

young-and-juiceless:

Can I just say that I live for subtle touches….hands swiping against each other, arms grazing, knees press against each other, cheeks brushing, “accidental” thigh swipes.  I just love the subtlety behind pushing comfort boundaries while both of yall pretend like you don’t notice. It’s really the simple things in life.

(via emmmpty)

There were so many beautiful people at the show tonight. I wish I had brought my diary.

I’ve been writing lyrics. 

scribbling my feelings in a much different way. I’ve felt so lost and alone and angry that i’ve needed an outlet. I’ve been writing in my journal, and working on really EMO shit in another book. I’m trying to express my inner feelings in a healthy way. I’m a damn adult I need to learn to deal with shit in a way that isn’t detrimental to my own well being. 

210pm:

*gets insulted* Nah I don’t care, my mom has said worse to me

(via georgeharrisonismysoulmate-deac)

tofugoddess:

Honestly the best piece of advice I can give to younger girls trying to figure life out is to completely ignore men. I’m not being quirky or cute when I say that, I mean it seriously. Ignore men’s judgments of you, ignore their insincere compliments, ignore their half-assed romance. Focus on developing yourself. Practice your art, play sports, do theater, volunteer, spend time with your friends, but do not put substantial effort into pleasing men. They’ll be there for you to pursue when the time comes and if you want to. But nothing will waste your youth more than fighting for male acceptance.

(via georgeharrisonismysoulmate-deac)

estebanwaseaten:

golfgalaxy:

Roast session except I tell you how much I love you

(via othernph)