#Childhood

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[goryhorroor]

aesthetics / childhood

#i was bored and did this so enjoy #childhood #my life as a teenage robot #codename kids next door #invader zim #kim possible #total drama island #hey arnold #aesthetic

[classycookiexo]

#honestly #anxiety #children #childhood #parents

[artpikuuhnah]

Unusual Encouter.

My Charlastor childhood au XD.

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[fullygrown]

#my photos #digicam #digital camera #photography #mine #2000s #nostalgia #tokyo #original photographers #memories #childhood #softcore #old internet #cozycore #artists on tumblr #my art #childhood memories #nostaligiacore #photographers on tumblr #kodak #sunset

[beautiful-safe]

#idris elba #childhood #Bailey Brooke #dev patel #betty cooper #mansion #kpop edits #breakfast club #blackpink jennie #langblr #jordan torres #tardis #sex worker #the adventure zone #breakfast at tiffany's

[daerm20]

sry just gathering data

#quiet kid #loud kid #school #childhood

[fermentedgutz]

skippy jon jones!!! what r u jabbering about buddy!

here’s some garfield ideas YAAAAYY

#pete the cat #skippy jon jones #childhood #i love them both #nostalgia #garfield the cat

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[l0vehandles]

i have always loved you

#aesthetic #blingee #picmix #cringe #cute #gif #art #weirdcore #girlblogging #liminal #dreamcore #weird dreams #weird art #liminal spaces #the backrooms #i do commissions #i love you #cosmic horror #cosmic brownie #nostalgia #childhood #i’ve been here the whole time #i’ve been here before #microsoft #old tech #liminal aesthetic #liminal art #webcore

[dimicul]

I’d like to think Simon’s first ‘girlfriend’ was purely on accident.

Ink stained fingers, scratched up beaten palms - he has his hands around a paperback book he had been eyeing for weeks now. He’s not one to steal, he knows from his right and his wrongs - Simon doesn’t see anything wrong with sitting idly on the stairs of an empty hallway, nose in the dusty pages.

It’s his retreat. From the world, from his classmates, from home. Letting his blackened eyes skim over the words slowly, the worlds and wonders of sci-fi alien ships and snotty romances blurring his reality for only a few hours. Maybe it was a bit sad - he didn’t want to go out and kick the ball around for lunch, instead he wanted to draw his knees into his chest and read the rest of this Dickens paperback. Peace and quiet.

It’s not until a girlish, skittish voice echoes from the top of the stairs. Simon’s always been someone on high alert, having to live life on ‘fight or flight’ mode. His shoulders tense, head peering up, tightening his hold on the pages. A girl. Simon scrunched his nose up. Most of the girls in his class were annoyingly cheery or just painstakingly shy, but Simon was also aware nobody really wanted to be friends with the quiet boy with purple and blue-ish hues on his skin.

“‘M just gonn’a wash my hands!” The voice calls out to someone before they rush down the stairs, the tapping of their kickers hitting the concrete steps. Lisa Wright. Small, skinny little girl with knobbly knees and black unruly curls. Simon feels like a deer caught in headlights when her bright expression flickers to his. Lisa smiles, an unusually warm one that softens when her gaze flickers to the book in his palm. Instantly, he shuts it away, expression souring.

“Lads like you don’t read, Simon. Ye’ too fuckin’ thick.”

It hits him like a wave of nausea. His teachers didn’t care if he read, in fact they said he was reading at a higher level than most people, but he didn’t know Lisa. Small Lisa with her baby pink chipped nails and pain splattered clothes. Somehow messy but put together, like her parents cared enough to iron her clothes and kiss her to bed.

A week passes after their weird stare off, and she’s somehow always finding him - well, that was what Simon was in disbelief about, but the girl can’t help but giggle - “You’re always sat there!”

A few weeks pass, Lisa is stopping now. To talk to him. It’s stupid little questions, about their maths homework or about the cartoon character on his school bag, and Simon is left with his ears burning red at the tips. Lisa Wright was a kooky, crazed girl with no awareness whatsoever, and Simon was left wondering why he was starting to look forward to speaking to her.

“You still haven’t finished that book.” Lisa had said in a matter-of-fact tone, looking up from the plush carpet under them. Their English teacher had let Simon sleep on the rug for an hour before lesson. He knew the bruises were getting worse, he could feel a sharp shooting pain every time he nudged his back up, but when Lisa opens her mouth he’s found himself to be distracted. Like she sees past the black smudged under his eyes, the crinkled uniform, sullied skin.

“It’s long.” The young boy mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sits up warily, eyes flittering to the book in her hands.

“What are you doing?” Simon freezes, heart jackhammering in his chest - he lunges forward and snatches the Dickens book out of her tan palms. It was his - his property, and she had been holding it all wrong -

“I just wanted to read it!”

“Then don’t break it.” He grumbled back, fingers tracing the binding.

“I didn’t.” Lisa insisted, her eyes rolling back dramatically. Simon knows if he had done the same thing at home, his parents wouldn’t have approved. Simon sighs, and points to the binding.

“You can’t hold it like that - you gotta be car’ful with the pages.”

Lisa copies his movements. She holds it gently, finger tips brushing against the pages. When he nods, much to her delight, she beams.

The next day Lisa was carrying a book.

“Look! I told my mum ‘an I wanted to read like you!” She bubbles, pointing at the cover when they’re situated on the carpet again. It’s hard for him to look up with the searing pain in his neck but he nods, cheeks flaring up. Roald Dahl book. James and the Giant Peach.

“I didn’t like that one.” Simon mutters, playing with the loose thread on his school trousers.

“Why?”

Simon shrugs, almost embarrassed. “‘S scary.”

When her eyes light up with amusement, lips drawing into a grin, Simon flushes again and grips the plush pillow beside him. Lisa is giggling a little. She was making fun of him. Of course she was. I mean, she was Lisa Wright, with her all her preppy little friends and colourful beads in her curls - why would she wanna be friends with someone like him? A good for nothing twat who’s scared of books. Simon tenses his jaw so hard he can hear it crack.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be scared.”

Obviously, it takes him by surprise. He’s never been told that. Never really felt it either. But the next day, when school ends and he’s sat perched on the office waiting chairs, slumped with his school bag alone because mum had forgotten to pick him up again, he understood. He doesn’t have to be scared with Lisa.

Lisa and her mum pick him up instead. He’s sat bright red in the back of a white Corsa - feeling a little grubby to be in the plush seats - listening to Lisa beg and beg for him to stay. “Just for tea!” she says.

He didn’t have to be scared. Not when Lisa’s big dog jumped up at him and his arms go to protect him instinctively, because the girl is calming the canine down and coaxing him with a smile. He didn’t need to be afraid when Lisa’s mum bombards him with questions about his mum, or his scars - the girl is lying for him, telling her it was football.

“Is your mum nice?”

Simon looks up from the faded comic in his hands, fingertips stained from blueberry sherbet sweets. His mum used to be nice. She used to sing and dance clumsily to Just Dance, pulling Simon in to join her, peppering him with kisses when they’re done, sweaty and happy. But now all she did was sleep, and if it wasn’t that, it was yelling. At him. At anyone.

He was too young to understand at the time. She was absent from parents evenings, forgetting to pick him up, neglecting the house work. He missed his mum - the once bright and lively woman he could trust. Now, he can’t even run behind her legs when Dad was drunk.

“Sometimes.” Simon says quietly, the shame burning in his throat. Perhaps Lisa had realised, and he had to give her credit for being so perceptive. But he hated it. Simon didn’t need pity, he didn’t want it.

“Well, I think you’re really nice.”

“Don’t care.” He grits out. His ears redden.

A beat passes, and she’s tilting her big brown eyes up at him. Simon realises how similiar she is to her mum.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

“No!”

“Mum has one. His name is James. He taught me how to chop fire. But sometimes, they kiss ‘nd stuff.” Lisa’s button nose scrunched up and Simon feels himself becoming a beetroot.

“Well, I don’t wanna be yours!”

“Oh.” Lisa slumps her shoulders, almost looking a bit confused. Simon shouldn’t have come here. He blows out a breath of frustration, adjusting the blue collared shirt around him.

“Is it because I can’t read?”

Simon frowns. He’s not sure of Lisa is pulling his leg, but judging on her purely puzzled face, she seems to be genuine. “You.. can’t?”

Lisa nods. “Not like you can. ‘M too daft to read. The words go all weird.”

The cogs in Simon’s brain are cranking, her words igniting something familiar. He thrusts the comic towards her. “G’won, read that.”

“No!”

“What, you scared?” Simon sneers at her outraged expression. She’s rolling her eyes again, something she knew got on his nerves.

“You’re the one scared of a peach!”

His expression goes stony. Lisa narrows her eyes and glares at him before grabbing the comic harshly, brown eyes bobbing up and down the pages.

“Bhaat… man. Batman.” Lisa sounds out. Simon snorts.

“You’re really that bad?”

“Goooth.. Ghootam.. Goothum..”

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[2000childhood]

#furby #2000s kids #childhood #nostalgia #kids toys #kidcore

[srvyxhi]

yes, i understand its their first time living.. but why, do i have to carry that burden of thought? why didnt they think "its her first time living too" i was merely a child, learning how to cross the labyrinth of emotions but the exit was no more even before my eyes could search for it.

-Me.

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[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

#parenting #childhood #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

[permdaydreamer]

This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.

#teenagers #early twenties #late twenties #growing up #childhood #nostaliga #introvert #homebody #quiet life #outcast #shy #college #university #high school #neurospicy #neurodivergent #mental health #mental illness #social anxiety #it’s okay

[champagnexowishes]

RIP Matthew Perry

No one else could’ve played Chandler Bing🩵

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