At 8, I was really good at expressing my infatuation with crushes, in the form of insulting them and expressing my overly romantic feelings in a small diary. At 18, I would never in a million years admit to anyone that I wanted love because previous experience gave me the impression that admitting you love someone is a terrible thing to do because it makes you sound committed and grounded (the horror!).
A Love Letter To My 8 and 18 Year Old Self (via femsplain)












