Such a cliché.
“we fit snug like hand in glove” Miss that connection. “better to have loved and lost…” they say, I say don’t be so sure.
Just sayin’ …
… I seriously don’t get it, what’s with the obsession, you seriously want to squeeze every last drop out of this ride we call life?
I can’t think of anything worse than making it to old age, if I make it that far then I’ll consider myself a failure.
My friend has this as her Facebook “about me” and save for the feather boa it’s pretty much how I view things …
My life will NOT be a journey to my grave, where I arrive in an attractive & well preserved body. I plan to skid in sideways, my body totally worn out! Feather boa round my neck, chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other, hooting ‘What a ride”
Fuck up, have regrets, wake up with the odd headache feeling like shit, eat shitty food that’s bad for you even though it tastes sooooo good, make a fool of yourself in front of friends and family from time to time.
It’s called experience. You don’t want to sit around when you’re old going “You remember when we sat in and watched American Idol? What a hoot!” when you could be saying something along the lines of “You remember when we got lost at 3 in the morning and ended up at some strangers house party? That was the shit!”
Live a little, love a lot.
It’s going to be one of the following …
So, Tumblr crew, who get’s your vote?