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“You don’t remember your name?”

“No, but for some reason I remember yours.”

The mythologizing some adults do about childhood and how it's this perfect and innocent time bothered me as a kid and continues to bother me now because tbh I believe that once we gain consiousness we are building on ourselves. We don't loose anything. You at 5 years old and you now are the same person. You were human then and still are now. You didn't change so much as the world changed around you. As you grow up, you're taken more seriously, given more independence and more work, but most importantly to this, you're told, sometimes indirectly, that you're "too old" to be experiencing and enjoying things, which is a total myth.

You can still create carefree nostalgia for your future self. Go on a bike ride. Put silly posters in your room. Climb on an empty playground. "Too old" "too mature" are lies.

You never changed, the world around you did. Don't be a coward. If you want childlike joy then literally make it. The grass is still as green as it was on the first day of 3rd grade. It's out there. It exists. I promise.

Ponyo (崖の上のポニョ), dir. Hayao Miyazaki, 2008

I had to find this post. I read this in 2017 and it had a profound effect on me. I couldn’t stop saying it. It was echolalia. And now to this day, for seven years, I can still quote it perfectly Word for Word and often do when I do something stupid. This is the perfect post in my opinion 

Untitled.

i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

okay, i got real fucked up last week and ordered a fuck ton of webkinz, which i thought was a mistake, until the first ones arrived and pud decided she absolutely fucking loved them

at first i just put em on her to see what shed do, which was nothing, so i decided to just leave her alone in my room for a bit. when i came back in later, she was doing this and i dead ass started crying