Can you picture what will be
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the fact that i’m no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don’t; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
It is really cool to look back on how young they are, though. It puts so much new context on the trials they endured and responsibilities they shouldered. I can appreciate how much they took on willingly and how much was forced onto them so much better now that I realize how young they were - and that feeling grows as I do. :)
I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon
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(via real)
“I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon. Just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”— Sarah Addison Allen
