Went To Bed At Two Something And Woke Up At Five And Absolutely Ready For The Day :D
went to bed at two something and woke up at five and absolutely ready for the day :D
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i mean technically the ask blog that DID follow mine technically sort of kind of volunteered themselves right????
thats how this works right-
does anyone magically wanna make asks appear in the ask blog inbox....
@theawesomenessest
please
Innocence.
Crayons scattered on the floor around a bright-eyed being
who doesn’t seem to have a worry about where they place their feet.
Running up and down hallways giggling, attempting to escape being caught.
Chasing butterflies through the grass, bare feet jumping over roots jutting out from the ground.
You’re told the words ‘Savor your childhood’ without knowing what it means.
What does it mean?They never explained, they simply smiled and said, ‘You’ll see, everyone does’.
It never made sense when it mattered. Why didn’t it?Why couldn’t you have understood?
Why did you wish so often, telling yourself you couldn’t wait to grow up.
Everyone says that.
Then suddenly everyone is scrambling to turn back the clock.
What happened?
You tell your parents that you’re big and can be ‘like the grownups’ but then suddenly
You wish that they would hold you like a little kid again.
What happened to their gentle smiles as they kneeled down to tie your bright-colored shoes that flashed with light when you stepped so you’d spend your time stomping wherever you could just to see that flash of color.
They didn’t make them in your size anymore.
What happened to free time after school? Now you’re chained to endless amounts of paper.
Digital paper.
You’re constantly told ‘You spend too much time on your phone’. Too many screens.
It’s not like no one tried to make that not happen. We spend our entire lives on a screen.
Our education now depends on a screen.
Everything seems to depend on a screen no wonder we start to also.
What happened to counting fake plastic pennies and the colorful cubes to use for math? Now it’s a page put up on a screen that you’re told to write down. Needing help seems like a chore.
Why ask?Everyone will stare at you. Avoid attention. What happened?
‘Never be afraid to ask questions.’
But what if those people made you afraid in the first place.
As a child you were convinced that you knew. You knew because you could ask.
As a teenager.
You pretend to know because the only thing you do know is that you know nothing.
Not knowing is weakness.
It’s not endearing.
Innocence wasn’t explained as a child.
Angels were innocent.
Someone who didn’t do something bad was innocent.
But you never know the true meaning of innocence until it's ripped away from your hands and you watch life take it away from you when you aren’t ready to think about it being gone.
That’s what growing up is.
The loss of innocence.
~~~~~ i don't have a lot of experience with writing poems so apologies if it has poor quality. i'm open to constructive criticism but please do be nice i'm only 14 lol. writing is a passion of mine and i do plan to make more posts involving poetry or other.
i dont think im ready for the responsibility of an ask blog but hey
who says i cant uh
try
popular....
youre gonna be popularrrr
when i realize i had a handful of followers before i deleted my blog and now its so lonely :(
oh to be friends with other countryhuman/hetalia art people........
im too nervous to try😭😭😭😭
the urge to post fanfic with the accompanying crippling fear that the characters arent accurate enough
.....youre kidding me
why did they wait EIGHT YEARS after signing an alliance to go into battle i aint writing eight whole fucking years between them signing an alliance and then them going against plc like no fuck that
