"Honey, grow up." She said to me.
my response,
"No."
"No."
Because I refuse to stop making wishes at 11:11,
until the day I die.
until the day I die.
And I can't decide if that makes me pathetic or powerful.
Because I hope that my lips will always curl up in half a smile
when i think about kissing.
And because I want a curfew.
To feel rebellious when i come home late,
and when I sneak out my sister's vacant room window.
People have already stopped asking me what I want be when i grow up.
And I wish they still would.
You just defined adolescence.
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Deleteevery line was written so well, AND I WISH THEY STILL WOULD
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Breathtaking.
Nailed it.
one of my favorite blog posts yet. so simple, so sweet.
ReplyDeleteloved every minute of reading this.
Hi so yes im definitely a fan.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful and perfect. I'll never give up my childish ways either. (Although I didn't know about the 11:11 thing until last year)
ReplyDeleteBecause I hope that my lips will always curl up in half a smile
ReplyDeletewhen i think about kissing.
#stolen also love this short sweet and great