Waiting for Peter Pan
“I’m not afraid to grow up. I guess I’m just afraid that I’ll forget what it’s like to be a kid.”
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or“I’m not afraid to grow up. I guess I’m just afraid that I’ll forget what it’s like to be a kid.”
Stay young, stay foolish. Thanks for calling.
“I’m not afraid to grow up. I guess I’m just afraid that I’ll forget what it’s like to be a kid.”
Oh, look! Me on onehelloworld.
I’m not fully grown up. I feel like I’m in a limbo. I like having my own place, being able to choose what I want to do...
So I illegitimately cried. The tears are still wet on my cheeks. This is literally everything I am too afraid to say...
I’d already reblogged this, but it is too perfect to reblog it just once
