Note: The cure for asthma is not, “Just breathe!”, and the cure for cancer is not, “Stop growing those cells!” Similarly, the cure for depression is not, “Just be happier!”, and the cure for anxiety is not, “Stop worrying so much!” These are not phases of life for teenagers and the weak-minded - they are serious and chronic medical illnesses.
how is “slut” even an insult wtf get that dick grl
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
- Name: kellan
- Eye Color: blue
- Hair Style/Color: brown and long
- Height: 5’4”
- Clothing style: clean mostly
- Best physical feature: probs my eyes or the bosoms idk maybe my wristsLAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
- Your fears: fuuuuuck things i don’t know like i can’t even look out of the window at night nah dude
- Your guilty pleasure: idk i don’t feel guilty about anything really
- Ambitions for the future: to diP THE FUCK OUT AND GET BACK TO TEXAS ASAPLAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
- Your first thoughts waking up: “maybe no one else is awake and i can just sleep and nobody else will wake up for a few hours so i won’t have to go anywhere”
- What you think about most: going to disney parks and Fall Out Boy
- What you think about before bed: usually who i like bc i’m hella lame yo or murder idk it depends
- You think your best quality is: i dunno i try to do as much as i possibly can for people that need anything ever like tbh if u need 15 dollars and i need 15 dollars odds are i’ll probably give it to uLAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
- Single or group dates: probably single
- To be loved or respected: both beeyotch
- Beauty or brains: brains but in relationships i still need to be attracted to them
- Dogs or cats: caTSLAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
- Lie: yee
- Believe in yourself: yer
- Believe in love: i don’t know i for sure think i am a lot but nah probs not
- Want someone: y ES *kicks couch in half*LAYER SIX: EVER?
- Been on stage: hell yeah f*ckers
- Done drugs: no
- Changed who you were to fit in: nahLAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
- Favorite color: bluee
- Favorite animal: all animals fuck animals are cool but fuuuckin aquatic animals are my shit like mantis shrimp are fuCKING COOL so are jellyfish fuuuck and cats and liZARDS AND SNAKES AND OH GOD ANIMALS AND TU RTLES I NEED A MOMENT
- Favorite movie: either 2003 Peter Pan or any disney movie or idk what’s eating gilbert grape is ma shiiiit bruh or the iron giant or fuck i don’t know there’s a lot of movies in the world also scott pilgrim is fuuuckin good
- Favorite game: guitar hero or saints row the third or animal crossing or pokemon idk i like stuffLAYER EIGHT: AGE
- Day your next birthday will be: 2 june 2013
- How old will you be: 18
- Age you lost your virginity: still with me
- Does age matter: nah not if it’s all consensual like a thirty year old should for real not be with a four year oldLAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
- Best personality: preferably never embarrassed and fuNNY JESUS CHRIST I CAN’T STRESS THAT ENOUGH and someone that can freak out about stuff with me like i fucking need that and someone down 2 cuddle literally 24/7
- Best eye color: i dunno eyes aren’t too important
- Best hair color: blonde (✿◠‿◠)
- Best thing to do with a partner: cuddle and watch movies oooh g od i need that as a jobLAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
- I love: Fall Out Boy
- I feel: content
- I hide: a fuck ton
- I miss: when i was going to go straight to austin or go to houston for a year back when i wasn’t upset as fuck all the time because i wasn’t about to spend a year away from texas here the fuck i am now
- I wish: that i could just stay in texas
every little boy that has gone up to some girl that they don’t know and said “my friend wants to go out with you” and then laughed about it to their friends like they just said the funniest joke in the world needs to go to hell
There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
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my mom just made me smell her knee
i'm a 17 year old doof and my name is kellan and too often i accidentally spell it as kelaln
