#on adulthood

[miseria-fortes-viros]

just had this conversation with a friend so here’s a psa for tumblr as well: you NEED a credit card. you cannot be walking around making all your purchases with your debit card

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- Youadan Teddy

[femme--de--lettres]

i love being an adult because what do you mean i’m drinking chocolate milk out of a mug i got from my favorite italian bakery while doing laundry and watching one of my favorite shows. what do you mean i can just. exist like this.

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[brooklyn-alley-ratcat]

Homesick

I think a part of me will always be homesick.

I miss the comforter I used all my life, the footsteps of my grandpa in the hallway as he left for work, the coffee machine being turned on at 5 am, the dogs that barked at first light.

The neon green I painted my bedroom walls, the trampoline in the backyard, the cracks in the driveway, the bird nest in the rafters of the front porch.

The giant magnolia tree outside my bedroom window, the frogs that croaked on the window ledge, the whirlybirds that spun in the wind, the hiss of the water hose when washing cars.

The neighbor mowing his lawn at 7 am on Saturday, the smell of barbecue on the grill, the family swing by the shed, the daffodils that grew in between the fences, the decals for every holiday we hung on the windows, the cds we played when swimming.

I miss it, goddamn do I miss it.

The memories of my childhood home make me fall to my knees when I let them wash over me.

I grew up there, that house saw me grow up long enough for me to leave.

I don’t think a house will ever feel the same as that one did.

I don’t think know I’ll never stop being homesick for my childhood.

[tamsoj]

Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, July 1950 – July 1953

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