I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually left them.
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world,
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
Let's be freaks...: albinwonderland: I was standing in the bathroom with my 8-year-old...
I was standing in the bathroom with my 8-year-old niece and she saw me adjusting my top and said, completely serious and curious,
“Why do you want to look good?”
it took me aback for a moment.
“Sometimes because I want to. Sometimes because I feel like I should.”