Sometimes I find myself in a situation where I take a step back, almost like I’m looking at my life as a timeline or a movie, and I realize that what’s going on right now is going to play a huge part in my future. It both terrifies and intrigues me beyond belief. 

Tonight has had two different incidents of this, and the only two things I know for sure are this:

That both are going to be melancholy examples of failure in some part of my life and who I am.

That for once, I don’t want this experience. I don’t want to change, I don’t want to have this knowledge to pass to others. I’d prefer to skip these two particular lessons and just go back to being happy.  

Too bad there’s not a soul in the universe that gives a fuck what anyone prefers.

yolo115:

 

My curfew was lightning bugs, mom didn’t call my cell, she yelled my name, I played outside with friends, not online, If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked then I didn’t eat. Sanitizer didn’t exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was ok, and neighbors gave a darn as much as your parents did. REBLOG, if you drank water from a garden hose and survived.

(Source: elite-squad)