teenagers

When I was a teen, I liked to hang out around popular girls, I thought they had some magic, secrets that only they knew and I wanted to learn it... Though pretty soon I realized... popular girls were just like spam... they promised a lot, but only thing they had and could use were their well-built bodies and ability to apply make-up here and there. Mostly they were deceptive and had no senses... they had no idea about friendship, kindness and beauty as it is. Friendship for them was not something more than poor relations, sort of like in "God Father". Love for them was not something bigger than sex. Kindness for them was to have a kitty or a dog (which was already very rare case)... And beauty for them was... well, you can imagine. Concentrated selfishness

Lilac curled her upper lip in a dead-eyed sneer, and it made my skin crawl. The girl looked like she might fillet me and have me for a snack later. She made the Dale R. Fielding High School Cheer Squad look like Barney and Friends, and I vowed to give her a wide berth.

Chasing a man is not winning. The only thing you win is the loss of your dignity. Confidence is knowing your value, instead of expecting a man__ love to provide you with value.

Men can be teenagers until well into their twenties. That is well known

Seeing him jogging at the park had cracked the window so I could peek into his soul. Seeing him with his friends threw the window wide

Teen "addiction" to social media is a new extension of typical human engagement. Their use of social media as their primary site of sociality is most often a byproduct of cultural dynamics that have nothing to do with technology, including parental restrictions and highly scheduled lives. Teens turn to, and are obsessed with whichever environment allows them to connect to friends. most teens aren't addicted to social media; if anything, they're addicted to each other.

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

No matter how many years passed or how much responsibility each assumed, they still managed to bicker like bitchy teenagers on a regular basis. In some way, though, each found it comforting; it reminded them how close they really were: Acquaintances were always on their best behavior, but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends_ secret places.

It hurts to get things out in the open, but it hurts even more not to.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it__ just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

A society needs to know when to forgive, but it also needs to know when to punish.

I didn__ like his tone. In fact I didn__ like boys_ tone when they knew they were hot and tried to be rude to girls because they knew they were hot.

I don't understand how teens in this generation stress being in a relationship/love more than adults do about their future. She__ testing him to see if he's loyal, he__ testing her to see if she's after money. So, basically it__ a messed up-stressed-testing generation. Love has been blown so far out of proportion I reckon. The stress surrounding the single sentence __ love you_ is saddening. Relax!!! You're young! Your teen years are supposed to be fun. You have your whole lives ahead to find the right one. Just sit back, chill and live life the way it comes.

The only teenagers in town seemed to kill themselves in gruesomely rural ways__ heard about their pickups crashing at two in the morning, the sleepover in the garage camper ending in carbon monoxide poisoning, a dead quarterback. I didn__ know if this was a problem born of country living, the excess of time and boredom and recreational vehicles, or whether it was a California thing, a grain in the light urging risk and stupid cinematic stunts