Very old photos I finally edited to look all pretty
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Growing Up
I’ve come to realize that it’s not that things made more sense when we were younger, but rather that we just didn’t question our motives or actions as much. I miss those days of free spiritedness—the days when things were what they were and we didn’t find ourself reading into everything. I feel so jaded now. I miss the days when we just wandered the streets, being noisey kids and vandalizing the neighborhood. I miss the parties where we drank soda and fruit punch rather than beer and vodka. I miss feeling like every day was an adventure. Alas, we humans always seem to either pine for the past or worry for tomorrow. I want to change that. I want to reshape my life, bring back some of the wonder of childhood. I don’t want drunken weekends that all blur into each other, I want trips to aquariums and sky diving and finger painting in the park. It’s not so much resurrecting childhood, it’s more so injecting adulthood with excitement. Maybe I have a Peter Pan complex, but I choose Peter Pan over Hook anyday.
Good question.
This is the grace that only we can bestow.
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the bend,
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason your alone,
This is the rise and the fall.
There is a game I play
Try to make myself okay
Try so hard to make the pieces all fit
Smash it apart
Just for the fuck of it..
I miss days like this with you
What they call love is a risk,
‘Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.
My rabbit does this to me every time I walk into the room LOL
