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I’m half child half ancient.
Bjork on her age  (via lucasta)
wasbella102:

:)
meloncolicsubversiva:

REMEMBER… a memória do começo…
desenho: Angel Boligan
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meloncolicsubversiva:

REMEMBER… a memória do começo…

desenho: Angel Boligan

www.vandalaviral.tumblr.com

i hope your fifties mean going back to school or starting yoga. i hope your forties include falling in love with someone new- a friend, child, or partner. i hope you stay up all night laughing with your friends. and when you’re thirty, learn something new. i hope your life is one of wisdom and youth, adventure and old age- no matter what year it was that you were born.

but what i really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. and that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. i hope you do what’s right for you. hold on. slow down. and breathe in. your age is your age. but more importantly, your life is your life. don’t change your journey so that it matches someone elses. we need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. revel in the differences. and enjoy where you are.

here. right here.

What I really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. And that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. I hope you do what’s right for you. Hold on. Slow down. And breathe in. Your age is your age. But more importantly, your life is your life. Don’t change your journey so that it matches someone else’s. We need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. Revel in the differences. And enjoy where you are.

genies:

I think as you grow older your christmas list gets smaller and the things you really want for the holidays can’t be bought

Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life.
It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that’s on the shelf and done with.

Love— why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the others step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetimes talk is over.

Brian Moore (via rainydaysandblankets)
Short Story Number One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty Six

keremmermutlu:

She sits around and thinks about what it will be like to be old and she hopes that she will be happy then. Everyone says being young is so great, but she’s not so sure. She likes to go to libraries and spend all day in them, and none of her friends like to do that.