One day I turned around to find that nothing was as I remembered it. I wasn't a little girl anymore, but I still found myself checking both ways before I crossed the street, and every time my heart beats I can feel the dull ache of your presence. What I'm trying to say is, the last time I checked we were all just a bunch of insecure kids trying to walk with the exact same stride. But now we're all stitching ourselves into the fabric of our dreams and the string is pulling us away from every familiar place I've ever known and I'm another year older

                         but i don't feel any wiser.

"what are we going to do when everything changes?"

                                       i think i will spend my whole
                                               life in search of that answer.





(this is not my writing, source: twelveoddmonths)