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"It’s called Polaris, and it’s about two characters and a tunnel. One’s a boy and the other one… it doesn’t matter. Could be a boy, a girl, a creature… we don’t know because that character never leaves the tunnel, because they’re afraid of the light. And so they meet the hero, who’s afraid of the dark."

"But how do they meet, then? "

"Well, they actually can’t, because they’re afraid of each other’s world. So they chat at the border without ever meeting one another. They end up chatting every day, they get to know each other until they realize they’ve fallen in love… without ever having met once."

"So they'll never meet?"

"Not unless unless one of them conquers their fear and decides to go into the other's world."

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"It’s called Polaris, and it’s about two characters and a tunnel. One’s a boy and the other one… it doesn’t matter. Could be a boy, a girl, a creature… we don’t know because that character never leaves the tunnel, because they’re afraid of the light. And so they meet the hero, who’s afraid of the dark."

"But how do they meet, then? "

"Well, they actually can’t, because they’re afraid of each other’s world. So they chat at the border without ever meeting one another. They end up chatting every day, they get to know each other until they realize they’ve fallen in love… without ever having met once."

"So they'll never meet?"

"Not unless unless one of them conquers their fear and decides to go into the other's world."

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paranormal investigator? no, im a paranormal INSTIGATOR

#sunset curve

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JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS:

Tell your friends!

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Looking through old photos and I found one of my junior homecoming dance. It was the night after my dad's funeral. My friend who'd stayed with me the entire week, in my bed, through all the tears, made me get out of bed that night. She pulled my shirt up over my head and told me to get in the shower. She washed my hair for me. She curled it. She rubbed foundation onto my face, lined my eyes, and put me in my dress.

She contacted my other friends who were feeling awkward and unsure of what to do and told them the party was still on, to meet at my house for photos before the dance.

They all showed up, and I went to the dance, and we all screamed and cried, and I took my first step to healing.

I haven't spoken to that girl in five years. Nothing happened. I moved away. She fell in love. We grew apart and into our own lives.

It's strikes me how beautiful the ephermeral nature of teenage friendships can be.

We may not need each other now, but there was a time when I needed her more than anyone. And sometimes she needed me.

And the universe put us together just then. Just when it was most important. Not a year too late or too soon. The same town, the same school, the same classroom where we could meet. Right when it mattered.

We come and go from people's lives every day, and along the way we may get a chance to love someone fully, just for a little while.

I'll remember every single one.

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Words of affirmation by Three supportive Ghosts | Part 1

Part II

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Words of affirmation by Three supportive Ghosts | Part 2

Part 1

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“When the world began, it was very small. Songs blew the earth up to its present size. Songs turn frustration into power, anxiety into comfort. Like a blanket, they form a zone of protection around the singer. Sing on the way home alone at night in a fearful place and the song will move out into the space around you. Is this not prayer, sounds that come from our breath, lifting the spirit as they meet the air?”

— Ellen Meloy, Eating Stone: Imagination and the Loss of the Wild

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‘history, huh? bet we could make some’ and ‘you don’t make it fucking easy. but i’m in love with you’ and ‘on purpose. i love him on purpose’ and ‘your spine is a ridge i’d die climbing’ and ‘you and me and history, remember?’ and ‘you love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. i can’t believe how lucky i am to witness it- to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate’ and ‘you had the absolute audacity to love me back. can you believe it?’ and ‘have i told you lately that you’re brave?’ and ‘henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly,  “you are good.”’ 

#history huh #💓💓💓

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youth is a social contruct

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some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics.

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

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Y’know, as much as I complain about the lighting (or lack there of) in le premier, I think the whole ‘are you afraid?’ sequence, where Eliott is flashing in and out of focus is really important and ultimately super symbolic and significant.

So here’s Eliott, in complete control, ‘I’ll guide you.’ The only source of light in the otherwise dark tunnel. Really the only thing Lucas’s can see that is worth it, that makes this darkness maybe a little less terrifying, maybe a little less wrong. 

Lucas has been walking this tunnel for a long time, only recently toeing at the edge before rushing back in. Back to where it’s safe. But Eliott has him peeking around the corner when no one is looking. Eliott has him wanting to try.

“Are you afraid?”

How could he be? 

“Not afraid,” he says, and he means it. 

But then the light goes out, and so does the sound and so does Eliott. Just flickers away. He seems to be good at that. Disappearing.

The light burns out the first time with an ‘I think we’re moving too fast,’ and an ‘I need some space,’ and suddenly Lucas is left standing in the middle of a party that he doesn’t want to be at, watching Eliott kiss someone else. Watching Eliott kiss the girl he had said he had broken up with just days before.

He thinks he’s more angry than scared. Or maybe he’s just hurting, 

Lucas is thrown into the darkness for an entire week while everyone screams at him to come out.

The light flashes back on a week after that, with his friends being ushered out the back door, shoes hanging off of feet and hands full of borrowed beer. 

Lucas fumbles around with the light, but he promises to keep it safe this time. Promises not to let Eliott flicker away like that again. 

“Still not afraid?” Eliott asks, but it sounds a lot like ‘lets skip class and rent a hotel room.’

“Still not,” Lucas insists, but he thinks maybe he should be.

But then Eliott is gone again. And this time Lucas will know not fear, but he will know enough to know that it’s hurting. For sure this time.

Forgotten clothes will lie across the floor of a too-expensive hotel suite as Eliott screams his way through bustling streets at 01:01. So Lucas will call Lucille, and then Lucas will hurt some more.

“He’s sick.” she’ll say to him, “did you really think he was in love with you?”

Lucas thinks he should be afraid, afraid of what that means or afraid of if that means that everything else was meaningless, but he’s not afraid. Not even when Eliott disappears again.

“What about now?” Eliott teases, tilting his head and Lucas steps closer because what if he disappears, too?

“Not afraid.”

And then it’s dark again.

It’s darkest on the Friday when Lucas meets his mom. She looks tired, and her face is more haggard that he remembers it being, gaunt. But her smile is the same when he walks down the aisle of the Church, and it makes Lucas think that maybe a little bit of light held on.

Lucas’s phone buzzes, and then Lucas will know a new fear. One he’s never felt before. One that looks like ‘in a parallel universe, we’re together,’ and sounds like ‘in the end, we’re all alone.” 

“Okay,” Lucas admits, “a little scared.” A little unsure of if ‘in the end’ means ‘this is the end.’

So Lucas will run. Through the dark tunnel, fumbling footsteps that trip over themselves but he will make it to the edge and this time he’ll cross it. He’ll be the light for once, because he can’t live the rest of his life in the dark. He can’t live the rest of his life in fear. 

When he emerges from the tunnel, Eliott will be there. Waiting, like he always is. Waiting for the dark to consume him, but Lucas grips the light tightly in shaking hands, promises not to let go. Not again. 

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of the rain, too.” 

He does not know it yet, but when Lucas raises his hands, on Friday, the fifteenth of February, Eliott is handing him the light. 

Take it and use it well.

And when he raises his hands again, on Friday, the twenty-ninth of March, six weeks and half a lifetime later, he will hand it back. 

“You are not alone.” 

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eliott, 19: i'm an adult

me, 19:

#I'm fucking 23 man #so yeah #i laughed 😂

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i really hope skamfr takes this opportunity to represent a broader range of teens: give us some ace rep, trans rep, aro rep, teens that don’t want relationships, teens that prefer staying in unlike all the mains, teens that are shy, teens that struggle in school, a focus on mental health, teens that are academics, teens that have learning disorders, teens with anxiety

#SKAM FRANCE STP!!!

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"I don't remember what was our beginning. I know that we didn't start from the beginning. It was love before it was". - Clarice Lispector

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i cannot express in words how absolutely IN LOVE i am with the dynamic they have decided to give to mayla. maya isn’t there to ‘cure’ lola, or to make her problems magically disappear. she’s there so lola can finally love, and feel loved, with all her flaws, her past, her issues. maya can’t make the scars disappear, but she can draw on them and make them look cute, make them something lola actually wants to look at. she won’t ‘fix’ lola; she’s there to walk by her side and help her through her struggles, which is something lola desperately needs.

#💜💜💜