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"SUPERBOY AND THE INVISIBLE GIRL" BUT ITS JON AND KON

"superboy and the invisible girl" but it's clark and kara

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most satisfying moment of my life

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I've learned something, teacher

tell me you're proud

I've learned that people are selfish

and shan't be allowed

to call themselves people

for people have vowed

not to cover their ears

when the screaming gets loud

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"are you so poor in love that you have none to give?"

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i have so much to say but so little will to say it

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If the sky's the limit, I am Icarus. Already here at my end, so young and only just leaving my prison. I taste the salt on my tongue and feel the cloudless heat kissing my skin. I recognize freedom, and I crave for more; to rid my view of anything I knew before; to spread my wings; to escape the labyrinth. And maybe there was a moment there when I touched the sun, looking down on the world that thought it could tether me. Triumph. Pride. The earth is reborn, I as its god. But I am naive, and I want what I cannot have. Now I am plummeting towards the Aegean–I am falling to my death, and not a person turns their head. Perhaps I never flew at all, and the world was never mine. It doesn’t matter now. I wish I could have cried out as I hit the sea, giving the world one last fabulous spectacle, or maybe just a reason to care. But I died on impact. I was impulsive, hungry, young– and the world is cruel. I am Icarus, for there are always limits. 

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Scene from a book I might be writing... would you read this?

Silas Jude Cardoso walked through the empty halls of the Command Of Heroes for the last time. He knew this way well. Seven years of night walks and yet the plain white walls looked different now. Maybe it was the understanding that the so called heroes that slept in these chambers were nothing but cold blooded killers. His mother had always said knowledge has eyes. Maybe this is what she meant.

The quiet thump of his footfalls echoed under the arching ceilings. Seven years ago, when he was a new trainee, he would have worried that someone would have caught him. Now he knows that they worry more about their own secrets than his. When he reached the Down, he stood still for just a moment. He didn’t want to think about all he was leaving behind. His squad—the people who had been a family to him when his own had left. Wren—who cared about him when she could have cared about anyone else. And of course Kaiden—sweet, naive Kai. If only his thirst for glory was less than his humanity. Maybe then this wouldn’t be goodbye.

Silas breathed the air of Nimbus. This was it. He was leaving the narrative. No longer would he be hunting blindly. He would stand up for the fauna-the people-even if it meant turning his back on the only life he knew.

He pressed the key against the pad of the Down and stepped inside.

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How are you today?

today was rough for me. nothing bad happened, so I feel guilty being so upset. But you know what? we owe it to nobody to be happy all the time. somtimes crying feels so damn good.

What about you?

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Schools don’t understand bullying. They think some nerd needs to be beaten up or a group of jocks need to steel a kids lunch money in order for it to be considered bullying. And then assemblies are held about that stuff even though it never happens. Schools don’t understand that it’s the little things that build up and then are amplified by our anxiety. The popular girls don’t mean to make you feel like shit but their endless gossip makes you have a panic attack because what if it’s about me? And then of course it’s the popular kids who say bullying doesn’t happen because theyre not the ones who get talked bad about or laughed at in the halls. Maybe schools shouldn’t lecture us about how to remain physically unharmed and instead teach us how to be decent human beings. Idk man

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You know what I don't understand?

when people say "be yourself". Because who even is that? Am I not what I act? If I act mean, am I not a mean person? It doesn't really matter if deep down I'm an angel, because all people see is a jerk. So maybe instead of "being ourselves" we should be better.

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It's okay to not be them.

Just because the world (or what feels like the world) is going that big one-time event, doesn't mean you have to. Just because they do sports all year long, doesn't mean you have to. Just because they wear those clothes and say those words, doesn't mean you have to.

Not doing what everybody else is doing does doesn't make you the odd one out. Everybody is different. Maybe this is your difference.

At the end of the day you're still a human. You still go to school or you don't. You still sleep and eat food, even if you don't as much as you should. You still have emotions, even if you're not emotional. You still exist, believe it or not, like so many other people.

And if you relate at all to anything I just wrote, your'e not alone. You know how I know? Because I relate to those things. And so does the rest of the world.

It's okay to not be them. Because at the end of the day, there is no one "them".

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why are insecurities seen as a flaw?

Of course, it isn't good to be insecure. You should be loud and proud and confident or whatever. But not everyone is, and I hate how it's seen as annoying or pathetic to be insecure. Like, oh, so it's my fault the world never loved me enough.

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Quiet wind

let it breath

don't wish

don't wait

it's not what you'll need

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Hiraeth:

a homesickness for a home you never had

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Do you ever feel...

Do you ever feel so alone...even though you know it's your fault? Like, if these little things were different about you, maybe you'd be happy? You know that you could be popular, and loved, and happy, but you aren't and what am I doing wrong? You look at the people around you and they're so loud and you don't understand because how can someone live that life? How can someone be so everything when I'm so nothing? And when people ask, which they rarely do, you say you're content with sitting alone and you like to watch the world at a distance, which you do, but do I? Wouldn't you rather be them? And maybe if you just tried a little harder, laughed a little louder, maybe you could be them. But you aren't. And so you will live and die never being them and though you say you love yourself, why couldn't I have been anybody else?