Pictochatting a 12 year old about boys




pictochatting a 12 year old

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we just broke up, he moved to New Zealand

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I told my mum I was at your house

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I cant text my parents took my phone away 

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Diary of a teenage girl


 Directed by Marielle Heller, diary of a teenage girl depicts a girl's sexual and artistic awakening, without judgment. Set in post-hippy mid-70s San Francisco, the afterglow of the Summer of Love, The cinematography and colour pallets used in this film are beautifully put together, I noted that green is a colour that reflects happiness in this film and blue of love and sadness.

The film truly emulates the whirlwind effect of teenage years, the ability to feel every emotion and understand nun of it. The lead character Minnie keeps an audio diary and tells it all her inner thoughts. She desires to have sex but feels that she is fat and unattractive. Like most people she longs for love, acceptance, a sense of purpose in the world. 

Although under the uncomfortable premise of her seducing her mothers 35 year old boyfriend, the topic of sex is delt with in refreshing way, with her being somewhat liberated and in control at such a young age. 


The film is thoroughly honest, which I appreciate it doesn't sugar coat any issues, but it includes strong sexual content, dialogue, graphic nudity, drug use, language and drinking meaning the rating for this film is an 18, hence younger teenagers can not appreciate it.








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WALT WHITMAN - Song of Myself

The smoke of my own breath;
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood
and air through my lungs;
dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms;
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d to the eddies
of the wind;
The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag;
hill-sides;
meeting the sun.
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and
Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth
much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun—(there are millions of suns
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the
left;) eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
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Is love underwater?


 Looking into 90's coming of age films I have noticed a trend; dramatic love scenes happen in swimming pools.

From The Graduate to Garden State and The Social Network to Romeo and Juliet, climatic moments of teen films are seen underwater.

It pondered me the question, why water? I like the concept of love and water being associated. Love is a consuming emotion, you can feel like your floating, and then you feel like your drowning.
Surrounded by someone and completely dissolved
a rapid tide gathered my moving waters
notions of free falling 
and being utterly sea sick
let go and feel fully immersed 
once treading water to jumping in headfirst diving into everything and anything.









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