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[never] Growing Up

a post inspired by two beautiful people [ here & here ]


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Never grow up


Growing up.

Such a thought scares me.

To think, in just a few short years I'll be invited--or maybe shoved--into the scary world of adults. I'll have to decide who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do with my life, and so much more. I'll have to make hard decisions, and learn from the consequences.

I remember the days when I wanted to grow up. To be responsible, and wear my big girl shoes. Now, I wish I could go back. To before, when things weren't complicated and all I had to worry about was making sure the bubbles I blew in my chocolate milk didn't overflow from the cup.



Never Grow Up <3

Why do I have to grow up?

Why can't I stay little forever?

Why are things so complicated?

Why, why, why?

Why can't I keep my innocence?

Why can't I stay young and flexible?

Why do I have to worry?

Why, why, why?

Why are there so many questions?

Why must I worry about fitting in?

Why are there so many questions?

...why?

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

And all your little brother's favorite songs
I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone"
-Taylor Swift, Never Grow Up


What are your thoughts on growing up?


thanks for reading. <3
xoxo,
Rose

Comments

  1. i totally agree with you, Rose. ALL THE WAY. life is just so... frustrating. i stress about everything, and nothing is like it used to be, when i was younger. i didn't have to care about anything, i just played with my toys all day. and now, i have to think about people, decisions, and my future.
    <3 Priya

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    1. I'm so glad you agree. Life is very frustrating. Nothing is the same anymore...

      Thank you for understanding.

      And to your comment below, I'm so glad you like it! I love this song and I'm thrilled to hear you like it enough to buy it. <3

      xoxo,
      Rose

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  2. Anonymous12.7.13

    ::Rosie, I love you.::

    Just felt like I should say it. But you already know I do. But I don't care. <3

    oh Rosie, I know how you feel. It's sad but then you get happy because of the memories {the good ones, at least}.

    #everythingaboutthispostisflawless
    #iloveyourosie
    #yougottafindouthowtostopeoplefromgrowingup
    #beinglittle

    xxLeslie

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    1. ::Leslie, I love you too::

      I love it when you say it. So don't stop. Please...

      Exactly. That couldn't have been put better. <3 [i'm so quoting you...]

      #you_are_too_amazing_for_words

      xoxo,
      Rosie

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    2. Anonymous13.7.13

      ::I LOVE ROSIE!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE LOVE YOU LLLLOOOVE YOUU!!!! ::

      That felt good. <3

      Darling Rosie, you don't know how happy you made me. You warmed my heart. Li-ter-ally. :D

      Y-You're quoting meh?? •-• But I don't feel good enough for amazing Rosy Rosie to quote this Little Leslie. Do you r-really think I'm good enough to be ... quoted? By YOU??{!}

      #imagonnacryhappytears

      xxLeslie

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  3. My thoughts about growing up? I know it's hard and stressful, etc, etc...but I think it's an adventure...and a privilege too in a way, if you know what I mean. :) Lovely post, as usual. :D

    *hugs*
    Sarah

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    1. I know exactly what you mean. :) Growing up can be stressful, but it has it moments.

      xoxo,
      Rosie

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  4. OH and by the way that's a BEAUTIFUL song. Definitely going to be buying that soon. :)

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