Beautiful Gardens And Flowers :D!

As I was undiagnosed autistic, my traits just flexed hardcore in high school. And I had only few symptoms before that. High school breaks us.

No more single classes. You're now moving about every 45 minutes. Oh, and classes change on a daily basis. Lunch and recess? Nope. This is an American school, baby: overcrowded and under resourced. You get 15 minutes in an echoing chamber to eat a grease patty on hard bread. Previously gifted? Nah, bitches.. That was those standardised tests. You're now meat for the college grinder. Friends? Nope..nononono. Since we're splitting you up constantly, you get to glimpse each other in passing on your way to class.

Oh, and all those rules you've been using for the past 13/14 years? Useless. No, we won't tell you what the new ones are.

There is a reason so many teens come forward around this time period asking if something is wrong with them. And many get told it's just hormones, or they're just "kids" acting up.

No. How about we actually listen to teens when they say "I feel like something is wrong" instead of telling them everything is fucking puberty.

How about we teach people, from a young age, that questioning yourself is safe? How about we encourage teens to research themselves, and give them a space to do so? Think it's only kids liking TicTok trends? Maybe they see something and have no space to express it.

"What if they're wrong?"

So, they're wrong. But they learnt safety and value in reaching out.

and our love would be carved in marble and remembered for centuries

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why isnt it socially acceptable to live in the woods and just be creative

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning.

— Jeanette Winterson

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

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Deer and cherry blossoms in Nara park, Japan

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