Growing Up - Blog Posts
L'ho fatto di nuovo...
Il mio vecchio reggiseno, rip
Ieri Vs Oggi
...devo smetterla
Questa sera ho provato il profumo π
Ci fai qualche prima e dopo?
Tipo questo?
Che dite? ha funzionato?
Ho comprato questo body ma mi sta grande.. π₯² forse dovrei usare ancora un po' di quella crema
Ho comprato un profumo e una crema che promettono di far crescere le tette ma ora non so che fare π³ Ho sempre desiderato non essere piatta ππ» ma non so se fidarmi
Hey millennials...
Now what we aren't going to do is send anyone hate for what fandom they grew up in. We love media that helps us grow and learn. We were children.
Home is teddy bears
exuberant cheers
childβs laughter
parentsβ pride
Home is quiet 2 A.M. conversations
thoughts too loud for music
words too raw to speak
pen ink fresh on a page
Home is tea steeping
cookies baking
alarms beeping
clocks ticking
Funny how so much of
Home
is what I made from
Everything
you never gave me
β Yushan C.
Can you wait out the winter?
the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please donβt grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess iβll never know. weβre both too grow to go back.
a lil ode to being 18
today is my 18th birthday!! and once again, iβm in my feels about getting older. so hereβs a lil thing i wrote to put some words to the thoughts in my brain.
growing up is weird.
one moment, you're a baby rolling around on blankets and laughing at the silly faces your parents are making at you, the next, you're a teenager, cramming for your a levels that are less than a week away. one minute, you're endlessly babbling about everything and nothing all at once, the next, you're struggling to find the words to say in front of an interviewer who probably determines the next steps of your life.
in some ways, i miss being a little kid - when life got tough, you could just play pretend, santa still existed, and your biggest problem was whether the 'i' came before or after the 'e' in believe, because, trust me, i always struggled with that one.
growing up is weird, because when i was little, i couldn't wait to be grown up - i couldn't wait to be 10, then 13, then 16, then 18. and now that i'm here? well, it just feels like more of the same.
i still feel just as naive as i was 6 months ago. except now, i can drive alone and vote. but at the same time, i feel light years away from the little kid who liked to talk to no one on the phone and sung hindi songs in the strongest british accent you've ever heard. i kinda want to go back.
i want to go back to sitting in my friend's mum's old toyota yaris while she drove us both to orchestra, and playing pretend in the house my neighbours used to live in with the park across the road. playing mums and dads under the table at my best friend's house - the table that he still has because somethings never change, i guess.
i want to go back to when the best thing in the world was pineapple upside down cake with custard, and when the most exciting part of the day was reading time. i want to go back to the bench we used to have our lunch on in school, even if i'm not friends with half the people who sat with me anymore, or back to music class, where all anyone did was chat. i want to go back to agreeing to wake up at 6am at sleepovers and when the only songs i wrote were about how much i missed my friends when they went away for the summer.
growing up is weird because i've been waiting for this day since i was old enough to know what growing up meant. and yet it still feels sudden, like it's been sprung on me without warning. it's like one minute you're one person and the next you're someone completely different, with no chance of ever going back.
growing up is weird, and it's wonderful, and i think i'm ready to keep going.
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