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angizzoli:

justadashofsarcasm:

deluxetoaster:

can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best

can this club have a support person that helps us to study because we didn’t need to before so we don’t know how to now 

This is so my life that’s hurt

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caterjunes:

what the fuck even is death note. i know there’s a guy named light and one named l (who named these children) and one of them looks like a spindly frog with emo hair, and of course there’s a notebook that gives people heart attacks, but then sometimes i see art of it and there’s this terrifying clown monster just sort of floating around in the background?? why is this juggalo here what does he want from the frog.

During the spring semester of my senior year of high school

my boyfriend of three years left me to date another girl, who subsequently harassed me on facebook. I spent a few months floundering about, trying to regain my bearings and figure out where I stood now. My confidence took a hit, and I had to spend some time building myself back up. At one point, I bought this necklace for myself. The pendant consisted of a silver-and-gold bullet with a small plaque above it that read “Killa.” This piece of jewelry served as a constant reminder that I was still strong, and that no one could hurt me unless I let them.

More than three years have passed since then. That necklace has since gone missing, and that’s fine. I no longer need any kind of reminder of my own worth. Sometimes I look back and laugh, knowing that I was never a “killa” of any kind. I’m extremely non-confrontational and I’ve never been in a physical fight with anyone. Despite the fact that I was by no means a tough badass like I thought then, I realize now that at the time, I needed to feel like I was. I built myself up in my head as a coping mechanism, and this helped me get to where I am now.

It’s easy for people to make fun of teenage girls for pretending to be tough, or for putting up fronts of “edginess.” But what these people don’t realize is that like me, these girls are just trying to get by, trying to build themselves up enough to face the world. We exist in a culture where the media, and the society around us does nothing but tear young women down, telling them they’re not pretty enough, not smart enough, not thin enough, just not enough. As a result, we are forced to create our own confidence.

In dealing with a culture that bears down on young women like ours does, teenage girls have few options. They tear others down in order to feel better about themselves. They build themselves up, telling themselves they are “invincible” or “bulletproof.” In some cases, the pressure is simply too much, and they are consumed by our culture of perfection. Out of these, I think bravado and edginess are the best option our young women have. These girls aren’t stupid. They aren’t posers. They’re just girls doing the best they can to survive, because it’s hard out there.

My university’ student employment site keeps 404-ing whenever I click the link to update my employment application, so guess who gets to go to each office individually to turn in a hard copy of my resume and application now