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crackheadacademia · 1 year
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Until I was 21, I learned to grow up. I learned to get strong and got a hard shell. I learned that the world is unfair. I learned that being an adult means to be hard. To be strong. To fight.
The year I turned 22 I started to soften again.
I started to grow fond of the right people. I started to relax a bit. I met new people. I lived abroad. I grew stronger, yes, but differently.
The year I turned 25 I grew soft. I started to love again. I started to love life more.
Everyday, i struggle with this. I'm not supposed to be soft, I tell myself. I'm not supposed to be weak. But the people that surround me allow me to be weak. They allow me to be soft. They allow me to be vulnerable.
And I'm happier. I still struggle. I'm still alone. But I'm not as lonely. I am not as terrified. I'm not forcing myself to be strong on my own.
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crackheadacademia · 1 year
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I'm not really doing so bad...
At the first snow, I got a kiss on the cheek from a friend I only met 3 months prior. We hugged in a group of people I had met just that day because most of us didn't have a partner or their partner was far away.
I spent New Years with a friend I have been close with less than a year. We became friends so fast and she spend the day with me and my mom.
I met up with a friend and he called our meetings his "healing time" while he was healing me. We have a language barrier and couldn't even meet very often.
People I barely knew worried and took care of me, helped me to survive abroad where I didn't fully speak the language.
My closest friend is by my side even though we fight sometimes, even though we're very different at times and I was abroad and made it harder for us. I've only known her for maybe 3 years.
My friends at home welcomed me back and asked me to hang out. Some I hadn't seen in years, some surprised me by messaging me.
Not all is good or going well. Not all friends try to stay in contact. I'm still alone. I'm still struggling. There's still a void i yet have to figure out how to fill.
But I'm not doing so bad.
I'm really not doing so bad.
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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If whitman wrote poems about intimacy with strangers today, he would totally write about drunk girls in bathrooms.
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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I don't know what my own love language is but I know for my friend, one important one is food. She's happy to see her friends eat, she will be excited to make food for her girlfriend and she is all soft and happy when she cooked and people enjoy the food.
She herself struggles to gain weight while I struggle to lose it but I encourage her everytime I can. I try to cook for her and I try to bring snacks with me because I know she struggles.
Even if its not my love language and I don't have a really good relationship with food, i try to learn for her and become better at it.
And she hates when I pay for food. Like legit, I get smacked and annoyed looks but I will not stop demanding to pay for us from time to time ♡
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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Spank me daddy or in german
Schurigeln Sie mich, Väterchen.
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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me: please someone notice that im struggling and in dire need of someone to be here, please notice im not okay
also me when someone asks if everything is okay: YES IM GREAT so fun to live, how about you?
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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When there is exactly ONE person that you want to talk to at the moment but they are NOT AVAILABLE because they have FRIENDS and GIRLFRIENDS and you're ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU DON'T AND YOU WANT THAT PERSON NOW.
Man I need a hug. or sleep. or food.
probably it's food
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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less about external validation, more an interest of mine: I wonder constantly if I am attractive to people- do people wonder if they are attractive to me too? is that a thing?
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crackheadacademia · 2 years
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LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT.
EVEN THO I LOVE SEEING PERCABETH ART OF THEM GETTING MARRIED.
THEY WOULD NOT MARRY EACH OTHER JUST TO SPITE HERA .
Thank you for listening
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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Probably not the first to think this but-
Jason Grace is Captain America. He is perfect and as fun as he can be in a group I'm not a fan of him as a person.
Percy Jackson is Iron Man. He is a sassy bitch and I love it and I'm here for it, not only in a group but also as a character himself.
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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I'm all for academic integrity and accurate citing until I change the access date in the footnote to make my professors think I didn't procrastinate
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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My uni buddy in a conversation about our program:
this university is my villain origin story.
this is my new life motto and you can't stop me
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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at some point i settled for less to be loved. and now I'm so used to it that I don't know anymore what I deserve
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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to the people who have to write their papers bc its still summer break here and uni sucks: GO GET IT DONE. SIT ON YOUR ASS AND WRITE THAT BITCH. DON'T BE ME. BE BETTER.
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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I'm not really gen z, I'm not really a millenial, I'm somewhere in the middle and in despair. mostly despair-
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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I'm so not ready for online lessons. I got so used to switching my camera off when I cry, HOW DOES ONE NOT CRY IN CLASS? TUTORIALS PLS??
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crackheadacademia · 3 years
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can't decide if i wanna get a tattoo, move to a different country and start a new life, or just finish my bachelor. man. this is hard.
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