Teenageangst storie

A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." Am I Going Crazy? is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too.

STILL UPLOADING Kendal Starks life was anything but ordinary, especially during the era of the Sokovia Accords. Her billionaire father decides to put her and Wanda Maximoff on house arrest in the avengers compound while he travels to Vienna, claiming its for their own safety, and her origin story begins from there! Read along to see how Kendal's life turns upside down in the matter of days, and how she navigates life from her accident... Relationships, school, her alter ego!

Set in Hawkins, Indiana, 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 follows 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞. Trapped in a town with lurking monsters,she learns to blend in, stay quiet, and survive. She lives with a family that shares her last name but never quite feels like home. When 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫" 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 enters her orbit, with that stupid grin and hair that defied logic, during a night that changes everything, their connection isn't soft or easy, it's BRUTAL.

~ 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. {𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜} {𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖.𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚌} 𝙏𝙒: 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 & 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 .<3 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏/ 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. ❗𝙄 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊 𝘼𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙄𝘼 𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙊 𝙄 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙋𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊

A young 14 year old named 𝐈𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 has been accepted into a prestigious school! the school offers everything they need but the catch in return is to get excellent grades to bring the school name even higher up the ranks! sounds easy right? well anyways.. our dear protagonist Ivory! she meets friends on the way and eventually.. they find the school's horrifying secret..

Just some pieces of poetry from my notes that I decided to post. If you think it's about you, it's probably not I wrote all of these ages ago so don't deck me lmao. Feel free to interpret how you like, I think that's half the fun. Possibly triggering topics "Would they grieve" suicidal ideation "It should be nothing" dysphoria "Do or Die" suicidal ideation "Falling" suicidal ideation "if god were a woman we would have less problems" religion "They're coming" paranoia "The mortal" non graphic death "There is a girl" abuse, dysphoria "Liar" suicidal ideation, bullying "Leviticus" religion, homophobia, blood "Belladonna Manor" coronavirus(although its not explicit, and its about clap for carers)

you might remember the Disney XD show Randy Cunningham 9th grade ninja! but get ready for his 11th year! Y/N is new to this strange town and finds familiar friends and maybe even something more! this is PG but includes suggestions to 18+ material

"darling, i long for nothing more than to feel your skin against mine and writhe in pleasurable perils from your touch." - [I'M A DUMBASS SAPPHIC WRITING BAD POETRY]

I just felt like publishing these so... Warning these are my first attempts at poetry.

A battle of egos pits Jenny Watson against David Wang on their inter-school camping trip. But when an incident interrupts their fight for victory, they find themselves learning another side to each other. Teenage emotions run high as Jenny struggles to understand how she really feels about her new frenemy.

beware: Snippets of my woes and desires. My unconventional use of language. I plan to update this daily as I mostly write by hand but since I discovered the beauty of technology I will put them here.

yummy (they all gonna have the same media n shit sry mates) (also i came from ao3 so im struggling with tagging this)

My moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the young birds, who carry the hearts of old souls. From a teenage girl who collects her thoughts and keeps them in the palms of her hand and lets them slip and dance all over her journal and keyboard. Soothing your midnight thoughts.

Who knew a little conversation could change one's life? In this case, it changed two lives. Dylan Scherer, your typical school's bad boy that all girls love to fawn over and guys wanna be like him, blah blah blah, we get it. The thing is, nobody knows who he really is. Sure, he's like any other rebel and with being the school's "jock," it comes with a list: too cocky, overboard on the bluntness, can't be careful with his words to save his life, and can't go a day without rolling his eyes. Then there's him: Kristofferson Day, your average classmate that everyone knows, just doesn't acknowledge him; the one witty, yet intelligent kid that everybody overlooks. No one really knows him either and he also comes with a list: too stubborn, overboard on the comebacks, can't stay still to save his life, and can't go a day without singing. Right, both clearly different. But what if they caught in a mess that wasn't supposed to happen? What better love story than theirs?

I will give no description. Leap into the unknown of your own will.

Leaving in someone else's shadow. Or was it just me? Was I the only one who felt this way? It was always about Her, Never about me. I'm Willow, A shadow of my perfect sister. And it'll always be that way...

the thing about love, and what's there inside my head.

every love story starts somewhere, but as it meets its beginning it also meets its end. ©︎ blackhtorn