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17 yrs/SkateboardšŸ‘soccer⚽lauren jaureguišŸ”„/music enthusiast/ let's talk.🐵

Some men won’t use emojis because they consider it feminine like could you imagine wanting to hold on to masculinity so desperately

In high school one of my guy friends said, ā€œI wish I were a girl so I could use an umbrella.ā€

damn this world

It’s sad to see some of the girls around my life. especially in my class. they r literally blind and poor. so this question has been circling around my head for a few days:why boys always get much more faves than girls in my class? why girls always shout for boys and show their support/love to them completely out and all the classmates are showing respect and love to the boys and it feels like the boys r always so so a Mr.popular but normally when it comes to girls nobody would give them a shout and the whole atmosphere just feels uncomfortable and embarrassed. W H Y?IT’S FUCKIN UNFAIR. So at this point it made me realize some girls are really just SAD to see.Basically mainly not boys fault they are not even doing anything. It’s the crowd being so dramatic. It all depends on what they did. Tbh,a girl is much harder to be popular in my society than a boy,unless she got pretty face great personality perfect body I mean unless this girl is perfection,then ppl would give her a shout,but still not that much. I wonder when the day will come that girls would be the superjoker and atmosphere-light-uper and when girls can be the spotlight that everybody appreciates and loves,when can girls show their respect and love to their same-sex creature. Girls,in my school,are being dramatic and fake and they talk back everybody that’s really really mean,my friend always talks how the ones in my class are bitches and she just thinks no one good. God,plz,can we hold a positive thought in our lives? Can’t we just be more positive??? This world is dead. Talking about Taylor Storm,one of the Mr.Populars in my class,wow,I can tell how popular he is especially when around girls,omg everybody tryna talk with him and I can barely DARE to speak. Every girls likes him I think.Things are quite unfair in every part of this WORLD. He’s being so.damn.That’s not the topic today. I’m just sad and jealous and hating.

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LGBT actually stands for Lady Gaga & BeyoncƩ - Telephone, which is when they ended homophobia worldwide

I’ve been coaxing my fingers into smaller pieces to comfort the pillow by my side but lately every time I stretch towards the ceiling, I feel like I’m pointing to things I don’t believe in. Maybe being sad is a part of my identity. Maybe walking away is how we find the missing pieces. We’re always looking in opposite directions for sights we’ve already fallen in love with, like the paint on the inside of my heart holds caution to one’s beauty. You existed before I questioned who I was. We skipped introductions to cast a vote against our demise. And though I’ve been trying not to cry at the sound of every door, I promise I haven’t left - I’m just not really here… but you won’t get a chance to miss me, because you never leave my thoughts. My heartbeats are just tiny volcanoes waiting to be cooled by you. Regardless if you’re a calm summer breeze or a wet flower in the middle of spring– I’ve been burning five different lifetimes to ask you if we ever meant anything to you. I still sigh when no one is around, it’s the only time I get to hear your name. I don’t remember us anymore and that’s okay. It does hurt less, but does that make me heartless? My soul has not been right ever since we fell off the earth together and these things do happen. I just never thought that it’d end up like this. Sweet summer love still makes for a warm conversation. Spring breaking down my seasons– everything likes to breathe backwards. I’m out of fucks to give. I’m out to get myself. You’re out there without me and I can’t tell if I’m happy or sad about it. Everything we used to smile about just makes me sad nowadays. Like I can’t eat my favorite ice cream without seeing your silly face with that spoon in your mouth. Like I can’t watch my favorite show without realizing that you used to watch it with me. Like I can’t even write a poem because you got me into poetry. Like I can’t even write on Tumblr because you introduced me to this platform. Like I can’t even love the same because my heart still doesn’t know where home is. Like I can’t even break the same because after all of the shit that we’ve been through– it all ends the same way. The love of my life is still a dagger in the dark. I’ll be honest, I still love you and I’m happy that we met– but sometimes, I drive myself crazy because I can still smell your skin. Maybe that’s my insanity finally snapping with the leaves of autumn. Maybe you’re just a reflex and I have too much on my mind to focus on where to go next. We made it possible to love ourselves into hate and I hate that part of this story the most.

well Happy Chinese New Year first!ā¤šŸ‘šŸ™†šŸ‘ don't have much to do so I'll just keep writing. calling me immature is absolutely fine cuz i also think so,my mind isn't growing mature.like the behaviour " i keep posting those silly posts people actually don't care or love." is just an example.maybe I'm too lonely and insecure and kind of wanna get people's attention. anyway,it's not mature and wise. i don wanna be awkward or clumsy or low-EQ in front of people's eyes but things do happen.it's happening. i guess all i ever need in these recent years is a true close friend.the one who could comfort me and talk with me truly deeply.šŸ˜”i hope this is the darkest time of my life. or.at least. one of.right?i don wanna get any worse. from tomorrow,i hope,it will be a change starting day. see?i got so little nerve and courage when saying that..ugh..šŸ’”