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At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.

At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.

At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.

At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.

At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.

At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.

At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.

At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.

At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.

You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies,  writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

I’m Very Partial to Tadhana and Parks both by UDD and Kundiman by Silent Sanctuary like they’re the first few songs I’d pull up if someone asked me what local songs I liked~

Here’s an example of why u DON’T send hate…

Stop with that shit and go find something that’s gonna give u some sort of joy, cos spreading this hate isn’t gonna do shit for u, or anyone else.

By this point, you’ve either found a blog theme that you like or you’ve completely resigned yourselves to the default themes. Either way, you know longer care about your blog theme and that’s the way it should be.

You constantly gain a new appreciation for the, like, five followers that have followed you since the beginning.

You have a never-ending library of memes in your blog’s archives

If you ever need a pick-me-up, you can go back into the depths of your blog and find old content that you never thought you’d see again.

You probably never reblog unsourced/reposted art because you’ve been on Tumblr long enough to remember the original post in the first place.

A great appreciation for the updates that actually made the site work better (putting the reblog button at the bottom of the page, for instance)

A complete apathy to any sort of drama that this site devolves into.

You’ve probably discovered XKit by now and are grateful every day of your life.

You’ve seen and/or participated in some of the greatest events on this website, for better or worse (Mishapocalypse, the “reblog this if you’re in _______ fandom” posts, “What color is the sky?”, DashCon and the immediate fallout)

Bad things that come from being on Tumblr for 5+ years:

Different day, different discourse.

You’ve slowly watched people that you’ve followed for years go through eighty blog changes and that cool SuperWhoLock blog you once liked is now a belly-button fetish blog and you have to wonder where it all went wrong.

“Guys we literally settled this argument like two years ago why the fuck are we doing this all over again”

Living long enough to see people’s opinions on groups, events, and identities completely flip flop in the course of a couple of years.

Your block list is a mile long and full of porn blogs

Going from thinking that Tumblr was the best website ever to an old, jaded veteran who just wants to post memes is a very hardcore slide and it’s given me whiplash

Posts that you really used to like were deleted a long time ago back before deactivation was a thing.

Being 18+ years old on this site and knowing that the opinions of most of the users basically boil down to what minors think is social justice but really isn’t. Their hearts are in the right place…but… well, they’ve got a ways to go.

Out of the blue, someone will message you why you don’t post about certain shows anymore and you don’t have the heart to tell them that you haven’t tuned into that show in 4 years.

Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them.