I Noticed When I Was A Kid That Adults Seem To Forget That Everything Is Real, No Matter How Young You

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔.𝟔𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Thursday, 13 September 2018

Y/N felt weird. She had felt like this most days over the past three months. It was as if her body was restless, wanting to do something that her head did not know what was, and so she had found herself walking about her house in Nottingham, trying to find an answer somewhere that had never revealed itself. Sometimes, she looked out at the front of the house as if waiting for something or someone. Maybe Marcela would show herself again, maybe Finian or Kit would drive up and explain everything. But nothing happened. Nothing at all.

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Taylor Swift REACTS to Question About WHO All Too Well Is About.

“you can’t forget your mother tongue” okay but have you considered bilinguals and polyglots whose first language isn’t english and whose development during adolescence was shaped by consuming content and media only in english and have ever since viewed that second language, foreign to their own, as a better outlet for their emotions and thoughts? as Yiyun Li said “it is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet impossible in my native language.”

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

August 2013

The clock at the front of the classroom was ticking loudly, it was all 15-year-old Y/N managed to focus on. The slow tick, and then a slower tock. With each one, another ounce of life was dragged from her body. It was physically painful to sit in that chair, in that classroom, and with a paper of unsolved and wrongly executed Chemistry work in front of her. Just touching that piece of paper had the same effect as if she were tickling her uvula. She did not even look down at the paper in total fear of feeling useless, stupid, and nauseous.

Okumaya devam et

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟎.𝟑𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

When Y/N perched her glasses on her nose the next morning, about to get out of bed, she heard the door next to hers open. What had started out as a decent morning was now tainted by last night’s chat with Harry in her room. She flopped down onto her bed, looking up at her ceiling as everything dawned on her again. Harry asked her to be his fuck buddy so she could make him become more comfortable in bed, and in return she would get free tattoos. They would have sex and Harry would get better with more experience, and once he felt ready to, he would pursue others again. That was the deal.

Okumaya devam et