Teen Ink



OliviaRosaline PLATINUM, Arnold, Missouri
21 articles 11 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If you always watch the demons behind you, you will never see the angels ahead." - Unknown

By rebelrawr BRONZE
Scottsville, New York
rebelrawr BRONZE, Scottsville, New York
1 article 4 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
don't let anyone tell you how small you are. only you can decide how big you'll be.

By Austin Bryan
Greenville, North Carolina
Austin Bryan, Greenville, North Carolina
0 articles 3 photos 9 comments
By aetro
Gibbsboro, New Jersey
aetro, Gibbsboro, New Jersey
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By Logan Saetre
Eagle River, Alaska
Logan Saetre, Eagle River, Alaska
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hallie shatravka, New York, New York
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By kaelyn GOLD
East Northport, New York
kaelyn GOLD, East Northport, New York
18 articles 95 photos 21 comments
shootingstars SILVER, Troy, Michigan
9 articles 17 photos 0 comments
By Inizhay BRONZE
Chickasha, Oklahoma
Inizhay BRONZE, Chickasha, Oklahoma
3 articles 2 photos 2 comments
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

By Amy Rong
San Lorenzo, California
Amy Rong, San Lorenzo, California
0 articles 2 photos 1 comment
By Moishness
Manassas, Virginia
Moishness, Manassas, Virginia
0 articles 41 photos 66 comments

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