Cute cottage core animals I found on pinterest!!
Source: https://www.pinterest.com.au/darkvail/cottagecore-animals-3/
As I was undiagnosed autistic, my traits just flexed hardcore in high school. And I had only few symptoms before that. High school breaks us.
No more single classes. You're now moving about every 45 minutes. Oh, and classes change on a daily basis. Lunch and recess? Nope. This is an American school, baby: overcrowded and under resourced. You get 15 minutes in an echoing chamber to eat a grease patty on hard bread. Previously gifted? Nah, bitches.. That was those standardised tests. You're now meat for the college grinder. Friends? Nope..nononono. Since we're splitting you up constantly, you get to glimpse each other in passing on your way to class.
Oh, and all those rules you've been using for the past 13/14 years? Useless. No, we won't tell you what the new ones are.
There is a reason so many teens come forward around this time period asking if something is wrong with them. And many get told it's just hormones, or they're just "kids" acting up.
No. How about we actually listen to teens when they say "I feel like something is wrong" instead of telling them everything is fucking puberty.
How about we teach people, from a young age, that questioning yourself is safe? How about we encourage teens to research themselves, and give them a space to do so? Think it's only kids liking TicTok trends? Maybe they see something and have no space to express it.
"What if they're wrong?"
So, they're wrong. But they learnt safety and value in reaching out.
Monet painting details.
I don’t know why people would continue to choose me and invest in me.
One day, between the headlights and the sound of the shower, it might start to get easier. Everytime it does, I start to drown again. Maybe it’s because after a while, I’m sick of fighting and It’s much easier to sink, to falter, to fail. After a while, people stop expecting things from you, teachers favourite loser. Pretty horrible for a perfectionist and overachiever.
I don’t know why this is something I continue to struggle with. I have food, money, a girlfriend who treats me like a alluring flower, even though I have bugs inside. They start to eat me every so often and people get to peer inside, behind my petals. I shouldn’t be struggling and yet I am.
It may be the writer in me but it’s something I can’t contain. Enough to scare my friends, enough to make my girlfriend hold me tight, enough to keep my mind occupied. Like a dark cloud that follows me, I can’t shake it. I know I’m a bad person, I’ve tried to change, but inside I feel it. The anger, the pain, the sadness, the frustration. Almost reluctant to admit how often my mind feels like an LDR song.
It makes sense that people wouldn’t want to be around all this. My mind constantly running, never turning off. Why would someone want to be with someone who always has a running commentary and an opinion about everything. I should get paid for the way I ruin peoples days, on and off again, like a carousel.
But it’s okay, I don’t care at the end of the day. Isn’t that right?
my future home <3
Could willingly waste my time in it.
“No indeed my mind is more agreeably engaged. I’ve been meditating on the very great pleasure of which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”
“And may one dare ask who’s are the eyes that inspire these reflections?”
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet”
- Mr Darcy
why isnt it socially acceptable to live in the woods and just be creative
J'aime lire, surtout Shakespeare et Keats! Classique Livres sont très intéressant et un tres amusant lire! Mes livres préférés sont Pride and Prejudice, The picture of Dorian Gray, Emma et Wuthering Heights ! J'aime aussi la collection de poèmes de John Keats et la collection de pièces de William Shakespeare !
Just a person who loves cottagecore and dark acadamia! I love to read, pet animals and learn new things!! ISTJ | Artist | Lesbian and Genderfluid|
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