You guys I remember when my only problem in life was that my library would only let you check out 12 books at a time and that shit killed me every single time I would legit nearly be in tears having to choose between the two newest Jacqueline Wilson books because I was at my 12 book limit

Oh god I remember I used to curl up in a foetal position and rock back and forth with pre-teen angst between the Bs and the Gs

Oh god that place was my second home my mother used to drop me off there of a Sunday morning and I’d be in a complete state of bliss the whole day because I was early enough to snag the yellow bean bag that had recently been restuffed so was comfier than the saggy red one

I can’t remember being so unaware of life’s problems… you know? I can remember being that little kid, but I can’t make myself think like her, and I wish I could. I was fucking awesome when I was a little kid. I said what I wanted and everyone would fall to the ground laughing

I’m not even joking though, like I was that 6 year old who would tell someone their dress was ugly and they’d find it hilarious because I was so brash and bold

Ah, the days. It’s like, over a decade has passed since then…

Why do we have to grow up at all?

All it does is ruin you.