So I'm really sorry we havent updated the Blogkit in a while. Niks and I have been so busy this summer. I hope we can make another Blogizine soon but until then, please enjoy the features already on the Blogkit. Again, I apologize. Thank you for understanding. -Kira xx
Apologies for not having published this in time, and still not having filled in all of the blanks. Kira is currently away on a trip, so once she is back, everything should be completed, along with the upcoming contest theme and topics!
These are ALL the entries that were submitted into the July 2013 Contests.
QUESTION OF THE MONTH
What is your favourite summer hide out?
bambifairy
My favorite summer place hideout is in Boston, Massachusetts! It's a walking town too. The area is small for a big city and you can just walk around for hours. You could also go and pick a restaurant at random and 100% guaranteed itâs excellent. Most of the architecture of the city is incredibly charming. There are very few towering skyscrapers, but it has lots of neighborhoods with gorgeous old buildings, pretty little garden courtyards, and little parks. This place is one of the best places to live or travel over the summer. I really love it!
andwhatalicesaw
We have a really big trampoline that has a cover that turns it into an off the ground tent, so I guess the tramp tent is my favourite summer hide out once you add a friends, a very long extension cord and a laptop! x
eclisy
My favourite summer hideout is either in my room on my window sill with the aircon on (hehe) or outside beside the pool covered by the big umbrella lying on the big pool lylos!
rosy-sun
I love visiting my grandparents who live on a little farm. They donât have internet or cable, so itâs really nice to relax and get a break from all the school/friend drama. My favorite thing to do there is climb all of the trees and take a book up with me to read. I lie there for hours getting lost in an amazing book. Itâs great!
aquara
My favorite summer hide out is my kitchen (lame, I know haha) ;) There are so many amazing summer-themed recipes like pink lemonade pops and fruit smoothies to enjoy with your family or friends. Summer is a great time to just hang out and relax, and what better place to do that than in your kitchen?
cuna-e
Every summer, I travel to Cabo Frio, a small town near Rio de Janeiro (here in Brazil, you have probably heard about it!). There are beautiful beaches there and the water is freezing cold (which I like, because it kind of refreshes us from the sunâs heat). Itâs also 20 minutes away from Buzios, where I can do some gooood shopping (many designer stores⌠and tourists!)
starrbery
Anywhere new, I love exploring little nooks and crannies sonce I rarely go out alone. I love that feeling of butterflies in my stomach because in that tiny moment Iâm totally independent in a way.
dazily
Probably under the jetty at the river near my house :)
What are the top 5 things on your summer bucket list?
bambifairy
Go and redecorate my room!
Go to a rock/indie concert
Watch many movies as possible in 24 hours
Spend every second with my 2 year old brotherÂ
Ride every ride in Coney Island!
eclisy
getting ice cream from the home ice cream truck!
summer love ;)
go to the beach of course!
get a sun tan :D
get some cute new togs for the beach and pool time (:
teen
Go surfing
Camp out and sleep under the stars
Read 5 books
Spend as much time not on tumblr as possible :)
Get fit!
cuna-e
finish reading The Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mockingbird and Emma
workout a bit, for leaner/stronger legs
watch old movies!
going to the shopping mall wearing vintage clothes, then walking into a store and asking the salesman âwhich year are we in??" and then running out
crop a few of my old t-shirts and doing lots of diy stuff to renew my closet and my bedroom decoration (:
I do have a lot to do!
starrbery
Well I've just graduated so I really would love to relax but also prepare myself for my future. I've also got this book called âThe Happiness Projectâ and itâs got little things you can easily do to make you enjoy your day more so Iâll start with that to help me relax. Then the average stuff such as watching TV shows, shopping and hanging out with friends.
dazily
Well summer is a while away but I guess they are:
have as many beach picnics as possible
get a pretty bikini
swim in tropical waters
go snorkelling
swim with dolphins
nikalla
My top 5 on my bucket-list are the following:
face my fear of flying
learn sign language
put a padlock on the Loverâs Bridge in Paris
volunteer in Africa
and learn how to surf
fragile-essence
Become a better artist by the end of the summer/comlete summer art project
Get a really nice tan
Write something amazing (or add another chapter on to my book, whichever comes first)
Go outside
Hang out with friends
WRITING
larehl
travel is a thermos of black coffee that burns your tongue every morning
itâs standing in front of buildings with a story and feeling it being written on your soul
travel is picking berries on the side of the road and having them for lunch
itâs standing in the middle of everywhere and feeling like a pinpoint
travel is climbing up the highest place there is to see the sights
itâs looking down and wanting to jump to just to see if you will fly
travel is smiling at strangers and tipping a little bit extra
itâs the assault of different tongues and speeches, barraging you at all sides
travel is getting lost in a place you didnât know existed
itâs learning new swears and learning new ways to say âI love youâ
travel is a fleeting thing, but in the moment it seems like it will last forever
..ea.. (phosphenia)
nikalla/ohheyneek
Road Trips,
Hands out of the window, the cool air breaking through your fingers.
Youâre letting go.Â
The music is loud, and itâs lifting your deep sorrows.
Up, up, and away.
You start to feel alive again.
As if all the sadness escaped, and you were filled back up.Â
You felt full, full of happiness and relief.Â
The homesick feeling disappears.
Craving the long drives, through sunsets and sunrises.
Itâs here. The feeling of infinity.
Young, free, and invincible.
Tonight, youâre letting go.
This is why you live for road trips during the summer.Â
fohrest
Human Emotion
She was the kind of beautiful that wasnât exactly in the way she looked. Her beauty was in the tilt of her head as she laughed at something that had happened years ago. The shy smile on her face when you complemented her. The intense stare she held after a long day as she tried to pretend it was all ok. She never thought that everyone  could see her emotions. But they could. And still she built up her walls, only opening them for a select few. When she did she often regretted it. But the best part of her was the pure happiness that lingered inside of her. You could only see glimmers of it, like a faint glow as she looked around at the people she truley loved. So just remember everyone has something spinning around in their head and never judge them for it but learn to see the beauty of human emotion. There are many people you may see all over the world, this summer, this year, or  a hundred years from now, but the key to understanding any person, is accepting the full range of their human emotion.
northern-song
The night of July 1st was even hotter than the day was. It seemed impossible and actually would be quite insane to sleep in a small apartment - the room felt smothery, but if you opened the window it just seemed like you have even less oxygen than you had before. The people who lived in the city left one by one to hide from the massive heat wave.Â
For the last four hours I have been sitting next to her, by the seaside. It isnât looking the way you probably imagine it - it isnât like in a romantic movie were couple sits close while staring in each others eyes, gazing at the stars and making secrets they couldnât keep. We are sitting with a large space between us and, actually, we arenât even talking. Iâve been quite bored for a long time now and my clothing is full of sand and my mind feels empty and Iâd just like to go someplace where I could sleep, I donât even care about where. Despite of it, I kept quiet. I wanted to let her dwell in her thoughts. Suddenly she turned to me and, as hard as I tried to act like I still want to be here and I have lots to think about, she understood that Iâd rather go away. She sat closer to me and asked:Â
- What do you see here?Â
- What do you mean?Â
As itâs typical of her, she didnât even bother to explain herself, she just came closer to me and kept on talking:Â
- What is reality? Isnât that the reality becomes everything, that someone is able to persuade to me as the truth? If from the beginning of my life Iâd be taught that the water isnât vital and itâs a poison, wouldnât it become a poison?
- I donât know.
- Reality is everything I see and everything Iâve been taught, everything I consider to be right without a doubt. If we have had two different teachers, do we see the sea in the same way?
- I donât know. I canât see the sea the way you see it. I canât compare it, - I always felt confused when people asked me those kinds of questions. Should I even bother to answer? Would it lead to anything?Â
- What do you see here?
- The sea. Itâs calm and emerald green.
- What else? - she asked me impatiently, - Please tell me more. What do you see?
- The sand.
- Do we even see anything? Are we even meant to see something more? Are you even trying to look? Do we even know what we see? Will I ever find anyone who would tell me what do they see?
She looked desperate and tired. She moved away from me. She had questions that no one in the world could answer, but she wanted to know the answers really bad. Her clothing was full of sand and her mind felt empty and sheâd just like to go someplace where she could sleep. Despite of it, she kept quiet. She wanted to let me dwell in my thoughts.
ro-we
Love hurts.
I found that out the hard way, just like most of the other seven billion or so people on this planet.
I was fifteen years old when I met him. I remember talking to my mother one night as she was making dinner in our new house, which was located in a new town for a fresh start. It was the very beginning of summer, and it was that lovely temperature where we could leave our French doors thrown wide open and not freeze from the wind coming off the lake. I watched as mum chopped carrots at a frighteningly fast pace.
âDonât fall for this boy, darling, you donât want to be absolutely heart-broken when he goes to university next year.â
I had laughed at the time and reassured her, and myself, that there was no way I would be falling in love. I was only fifteen; I had no time for love.
But then ⌠oops.
You guessed it; I fell in love with him. And when I say I fell in love with him, I mean I fell hard. This boy was my first everything. He was my sun, my moon, and all my stars. He was my world. I thought our relationship was different to all those other high school relationships. We were both mature enough to make it work; I was almost sixteen and he was almost eighteen. Respectable, mature ages to match respectable, mature people. I thought a lot of things about our relationship that I realise now were always going to stay thoughts and never riddle their ways into reality.
That summer was memorable. ClichĂŠ, I know, but I had reached the age where I could do things I hadnât been able to do before, and living in a new town with new friends made things a lot more exhilarating. I felt so free.Â
A few days after my sixteenth birthday was my last exam for the year. It was a beautiful smiley kind of day - he came over and that night, to put it bluntly, I gave myself to him. I was so incredibly happy. So was he, I could tell. All I had wanted was to be his, entirely and indefinitely, and now I was in a way that we both understood.
A few weeks passed and I got tired of waiting for him to tell me that he loved me, so I decided to throw myself into the wind and see where it took me.
âJack.â
âElla?â
âI-I⌠I have something I need to tell you.â I stammered.
âWhat is it?â
I paused and let the sweet taste of those three lovely words roll on my tongue.
âI love you,â I breathed.
Silence. Oh no, what have I done? Iâve scared him oh shit oh shit that sounded so-
âI love you too,â he whispered through the clouds of darkness filling my room.
I cupped his face with my hands and could feel his smile spreading across his cheeks, creating those perfect dimples I loved so much.
The days flew by and soon enough it was time for him to leave for university. The night before he left he opened my French doors and walked into my room with a bunch of beautiful red roses and a Valentineâs card. That was the hardest night of my life. Having the love of your life enter a world far closer to reality than the one theyâre leaving behind. Having them move all the way to the South Island while youâre stuck in the same place, still going to school, seeing the same people, and doing the same thing over and over again. I cried and cried until my eyes ran dry, which was long after he had gone. Things just werenât right after that. The days seemed to drag by, but then I would look at the whiteboard or my phone and realise it had been almost two whole months.
I put on a happy façade for my friends and family. I wouldnât let them see that I was broken. We started off strong, but soon we started to annoy each other as we could only text or call. Eventually he got so busy with study that we barely talked at all. It wasnât until he was home, nearly four months later, that I realised things had changed. Quite a lot, actually.
We were at the hot pools one evening when I almost broke down.
âWhatâs up? You can talk to me?â he looked me in the eyes and wiped away a tear.
I stared at him and tried to form words from my tangled mess of thoughts.
âI have nothing to look forward to,â I managed.
âIn our relationshipâŚâ he said.
âNo! No, noâŚâ
âIn your life,â he whispered.
I took a breath and let my thoughts tumble out.
âI wake up, go to school, get through a day at that place then come home, eat and either go to work or go to sleep. I do the same thing over and over again and I wait for you to come home.â
I realised then that this relationship had changed me. Last year, before I met Jack, I looked forward to school. I was excited for new adventures in a new town. I loved seeing my friends. Then I met him, and I was absolutely elated. I was so happy; I didnât think I could get any happier. I didnât know it then, but I had let myself get far too attached to him. I had done exactly the opposite of what I had told my mother, and myself, I wouldnât. But I wouldnât get hurt. No way.
Oh, what a joke.
That weekend we broke up.
âItâs just not working. Things are different and you know they are. I still love you Ella, I always will. I just see us as being only good friends now.â
I didnât know what to do with myself. I knew boyfriend/girlfriend was just a label, a silly title. But to me it was so much more. I couldnât kiss him anymore. I wasnât even sure if I could still tell him I loved him. And I loved him so much. I had given everything to him and now⌠well now I wasnât just broken, I was completely shattered. I finally understood what heartbreak felt like. I was so lost I resorted to doing things my eight-year-old self thought I would never do. I cut my thighs. I watched the blood slowly seep out and I marvelled, then I realised what I had done and was reduced to a shaking ball of sheets and blankets in the middle of my bed. I tried starving myself. I told myself I was a whale and didnât deserve food.
Youâre stupid!
Youâre an idiot for letting him so close!
Itâs all your fault!
Soon enough I realised all this wasnât worth it. Why was I doing this to myself over a boy? A boy I was still best friends with? A boy who still listened and helped when I needed a hand? It wasnât worth it. I started seeing my body the way I had seen it before â slim and slender. There was nothing wrong with it and I told myself this everyday. I stopped cutting my thighs. Even though I had never cut myself deep enough to scar, I didnât want to accidentally slip and have a permanent reminder of a situation I went about the complete wrong way.
From then on I made an effort to smile. I smiled all the time at school. Nobody knew I was still hurting all this time later. I faked confidence, and you know what they say, fake it til you make it! I faked it and I made it.
A year later summer came round again and my mother took my sister and I to Hawaii for two weeks. We were walking around town when I realised I needed to let go. I just needed to feel free again. So when mum said we were swimming with dolphins I almost wet myself. Swimming with dolphins had been my dream since I was a child!
We arrived at the dock and the instructor gave us a quick brief then told us to hop in the water. I jumped in and was instantly calm. I lay on my back for a moment, gazing at a sky so vast it could drown the world. While gazing at the sky, I realised that I was so little. I was one person out of the seven billion on this planet, and I was so tiny. My problems could be solved. I was not a starving Ethiopian child. I was not an abuse victim. I was not depressed. I was healthy, I had a loving family and supportive friends, and I was happy.
A dolphin nudged my arm and I sat up, laughing in awe and amazement. I stroked its silky back and watched as it slowly glided toward my sister. I smiled, for I knew I could be happy again. I was happy before I met him, and I knew I could be happy without him.
Isnât it amazing how two summers can hold equally precious yet such contrasting memories? Summer is the start of new beginnings, and it is also the ending of things that do not need to continue on any longer. It is the scent of sunblock and fresh starts and the season of revelations.
Love hurts. But life goes on. It really does, and you have to decide wether youâre going to go with it or refuse to change your mindset.
There are seven billion or so people on this planet, and each of them has their own problems. And a lot of them learn that love hurts too, and they, like me, learn it the hard way. Youâre not the only one.
ART
sunflhour - i see summer as the sun and flowers and all the bright pretty colors
hi girlies. this is a great blog you've got going. for ages ive been trying to set up a blog and have been struggling. prime-teen isnt my main blog, my main blog is fairybubbles but prime teen has a few of my articles on it. i have just constructed a website today but its still under construction so when its done would love to get your opinions!! this is a brilliant idea btw. xxx
Why thank you! Both of your blogs are wonderful, this one being especially unique :)Â Well, once you have completed it, we will of course have a look! Iâm sure itâll be great! x
i keep trying to submit my writing, but when i copy+paste the submit button disappears. i tried just writing it in there and not copy+pasting, but i have the same problem. what should i do?
I just fixed it so that it scrolls down. Hopefully it works for you now. (Sorry you had to take the time to write it out!)
The BLOGIZINE has been published! Click HERE to view!
FOUR CONTESTS - Winners to be featured in the July Issue!
Question of the Month
Writing Contest
Art Contest
Polyvore Contest
OTHER FEATURES
Interview (Coming In Next Issue)
Showcase (Coming In Next Issue)
Music Playlist
For further details, have a look through the BLOGIZINE.
The purpose of this Blogizine is not just to showcase blogs, but to showcase THOUGHTS, WRITING, ART and TALENT! Thus, we hope you will support us (Niks and Kira) in this, as it was for ALL OF YOU and we decided our hard work was worth it! :)
We (Niks and Kira) would like to welcome you to our brand new creation, the BLOG KIT! This has been designed to help make blogging much easier and more fun for all tumblr addicted users.Â
So far, these are the current features:
HTML CENTER
A directory of html help blogs, theme blogs, as well as various helpful tools! Just by filling out a short form, you can add your blog to directory.
CREATIVE POUCH
You can create Polyvore sets here and join our Polyvore group. We will soon be having Polyvore contests! DIY tutorials will also be added soon.
FUN SPOT
Lists linking to websites where you can Watch (movies/shows), Play (games) and Interact (with the most random boredom busters). We have also provided a few games and a drawing board for your entertainment!
There are many more features to come, including various Contests, a Featured Gallery for winners, as well as a Pixels Collection.Â
We hope all of you are just as excited as we are!Â
With love,
Niks and Kira
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