I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great
Why couldn’t I have lived in the 80s they were like so perfect
I wish it were possible to re-read my favourite books and experience them as I did that first time. The wonder, the excitement, the heartbreak. Everything. I want that first time with a book again.
But sometimes it’s really nice to read your favorite book a thousand times and you realize that you interpret the book a thousand different ways because your emotions are never going to be the exact same as the first time you read it