Pure Imagination @pure-iimagination-blog - Tumblr Blog

How do people make friends on tumblr tell me your secrets :’( ?

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I would just like to publicly announce that I have no idea what I am doing

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There are more important things in life :)

always remember that <3.

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favorite flower :)

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LIES.

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oh this song

Serious Question: Maybe I'm just in college and people are young and don't know what they want but...

Are there any sincere actual men out there who can swear on their life they'd never cheat on their girl no matter how hot some other girl may be hitting on them?

Becuase I keep hearing story after story of all these poor girls who have gotten cheat on by their boyfriends and its heartbreaking and the 2015 hook-up culture has like completely destroyed any beleif that true love can still exist without someone not being completely faithful to the other........:(

Do people still use Tumblr?

If they do that'd be nice to still have a community.

If not, well i suppose thats alright too becuase all my posts all the more private I guess? But i kinda like bonding with all you other thoughtful souls out there who stay up till 4am thinking about the past and what lifes like...

I miss you kinda of expressive deep people :( where are you?

Mushy relationships make me want to puke. Idk, i just find kittens and puppies way more adorable.

Questioning life

So what's supposed to happen in the 20's?

Now that I'm 19, it doesn't even really feel like I'm a teenager anymore. After my first year of college, I feel like this weird new person and can never go back :/. I feel like the mental year of being a teenager is really from like 7th grade- freshman year of college. It's like sophomore year everyone has just been hurt so much everyone is exhausted from the pain and depressing thoughts they "grow up" and magically become an adult the next day.

Being an adult makes me want to throw up. I hate this.

I think tumblr people might actually relate to me here, yes?

You know how we all had those nights in high school, 9th-12th grade... that we'd be up all night and just put shuffle on and listen to really slow, sad music from either bands or acoustic musicians and just completely reflect upon life and think about absolutely everything: ex's, childhood, crushes we'll never have, the things that hurt us most that we can't get away from...ect. But yet its so weird because there's something about that, which we all crave, those emotions fed us in some kind of really, odd way.

And something about the night mixed with that, presented almost this really mellow, calm, slightly painful, misty, imaginative feeling that was definitely all apart of growing up and unraveling all those discoveries about life we just hadn't known as a protected young child. And even stranger, on top of that, there's certain songs that we didn't even realize we played so many times, that when one of them pops on shuffle randomly in middle of the day, everything stops and those feelings immediately wash completely over you again taking you back to those 3am nights in highschool of thought, mystery, and lostness almost.

It's not even a bad things, it just intrigues me how a single song can flash every single connection in my brain back to that very stage of my life.

College is so weird. It sucks in a way, cuz once you get to college your life becomes BOOKED, as if you thought your life wasn't already hectic enough in highschool, things only become more and more serious and prioritize, that you end up not even having the TIME to cry in middle of the night thinking about growing up.

Adulthood robs some of the most particular emotions and feelings that I kinda actually miss a lot.

Idk where I'm going with this... but... if I can't become a child again, or even a teenager again bc sadly life doesn't work like Benjamin Button, i know in my heart I have to work with children.

Adults are too numb.