Holy shit. Time is flying by so quickly when you’re busy. It’s almost the end of the year and I’m going to be 27 next year. Holy fuck, I’m not ready for this. I could’ve sworn that I was just 23 the other day.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how old my parents are getting. And how one day, I’ll have to make it through life without them. I know I still have a couple of decades to come… But the thought of that scares the shit out of me.
I know that I’ll eventually have to move out one day, but then I wouldn’t get to be around them as often. Plus, I don’t see them as often as I’d like to, even when they live in the same household.
I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t think I’m a loser for still living at home. I rather pay for school/car loans, vacations, save up for a home over rent any day.
“I’m not looking for something that catches
fire to burn spectacularly for only a few short
nights, but a simple gentle love that lasts until
my time is up.”—Beau Taplin || The slow burn. (via afadthatlastsforever)