Consider: Teenagers Aren’t Apathetic About Everything They’re Just Used To You Shitting All Over

You. Can. Be. Happy. Alone.

This blog is mainly about love, but you can be in love with life without having a small group of friends or a significant other. You can be content on your own!

Listen to music in your bedroom at full volume in your headphones and dance until the sun goes down. Feel every jump hit your soul. It’s the best feeling.

Watch comedies along and laugh as loud as you want!!

Read books! Annotate them just for yourself or future you.

Write letters to the void or to your past or your future.

Talk to yourself. (I do it all the time! It’s the best and does not mean your lonely or ‘crazy’)

Just live your life without the fear of being alone. Being introverted does not mean your broken. If you don’t like parties, don’t go! Stay home on your own and know that it isn’t a bad thing. Be the person who can be happy on their own.

Everyone wants different things! Some people like talking in big groups and sharing their thoughts whereas others like to keep to themselves. Neither needs changing.

i keep forgetting that fears can actually cause you distress. like girl what do you mean that just imagining a situation sent me into a panic attack. thats stupid. im not even in the situation currently.

So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.

I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.

the question isn’t “to be or not to be”

the question is pcmb or pcmc

seeing this made me feel like i just got a letter informing me of my own death

some of you haven’t stayed up late to read a 100k+ word fic even though you had to be up early the next day and it shows

I love that Tumblr is actually a community. Your blog will be quite poor and boring if you only post your own stuff. Most of our blogs contain countless reblogs and discussions with other people on the website. This is communication and appreciation of each other’s creativity, thoughts, sketches and etc. It’s one thing to mindlessly like tons of photos a day like TikTok and Instagram offer you, and another to reblog and add hashtags and some comments about how the post made you feel or what you think you could add to a joke, a headcanon, an au, a story, an art… It makes this hellsite feel genuine.

Story time:

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.

you COULD try writing people’s essays slash doing their hw online for money

someone tell me a way to earn money

As someone who "won" in high school academics--who graduated with honors, won academic awards, was in the top 1% of test scores and of grades at the biggest high school in my state--the American educational system is built horribly, stacked against students, and is actively destroying the lives of people just as smart as I am for reasons they can't control.