"And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings" Counting Crows
Lover of Art Nouveau, Bohemian/Gypsy/Vintage style, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Counting Crows, Yacht Rock, Mumford & Sons, Florence + the Machine, Harold and Maude, Harry Potter, Anais Nin, All things 80's,True Blood, nature, yummy food, and books that you can disappear into and come out a changed person.
When I was little, I longed and longed to be older, expect now I can’t recall what exactly it was that I most keenly anticipated. Being allowed to stay up as late as I wanted? To wear or eat or read whatever I pleased? Well, I could do all those things now, but mostly, I don’t—either because I have to get up early for work the next morning, or haven’t enough money to buy the outfit I really love, or for some other boring, grown up reason. Also, children don’t realize what a huge proportion of adult life is used up worrying about things—from what to make for dinner and whether one’s sheets will get dry in time to make the beds that night, to whether one will ever manage to meet the right man and marry him. Shouldn’t being a grown up be slightly more exhilarating?