It’s amazing how when we’re young, all we want is to get older, and as we get older, all we wish for is to be young again.
Friday was my birthday.
When I was a child, I always thought by the time I was twenty two I would already be married, already be successful, already have my entire life figured out.
As it is, I’m taking it day by day.
I don’t know where all the years went. The ones when I was naive and foolish and time stretched out before me with no end.
I still feel like a child. My silly tantrums, the flower crowns I wear, my never ending plead for adventure.
Yet I’ll be thirty in eight years. And with time moving at increasing speed in each new moment of my life, my breath stops short as I repeat to myself that I’m not a child anymore.
I don’t know if I’ll ever grow out of my desire just to be taken care of. Tucked into bed and held and told everything will be alright.
And everything is alright. Perfect, in fact. If only I could kick the persistent Peter Pan from my mind.
I was never meant for this world. I was meant for Neverland.
Your lookbook forum post sent me here :) Love your blog!
Thank you! I love your blog too!
It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will
Brett Elizabeth Jenkins (via miss-kittentits)
If stars are lit
It means there is someone who needs it,
It means someone wants them to be,
That someone deems those specks of spit
Mayakovsky “Listen!” (via petitepilou)