sweetmotherofpie:

the-elf-on-baker-street:

zontanosophobia:

saintdoriangray:

ishiila:

underlordwynt:

thisissarcasm:

penworthy:

tiffari:

opera4breakfast:

misswallflower:

This made me so sad.

Oh fuck.

I really, really think so. And I’m so happy to be able to say that.

Weird, this thought actually crossed my mind today, but in a slightly different form. To be honest, my 8 year old was an insecure mess who couldn’t stand up for herself for shit and literally had no friends. I like to think she’d be proud of me… someone who’s not afraid to state her beliefs, is comfortable with herself, and has a large of group of close friends. Even a best friend. Of course my math and science grades are shitty so maybe she wouldn’t like me that much.

To be honest, I don’t think 8 year old me would recognize adult me, because that version of me is a completely different human being. 8 years old? That was the calm before the storm. I imagine that 8 year old me wouldn’t know what to do with grown up me, but you know what? All I need to do to make the child in me happy is open up the file of the things I’ve written - novels, short stories, fics - and let her see how far she’s come. And yeah, I think that little brat that put pen to paper and wrote a story about a magic carrot would be pretty damned proud.

Well shit.

I honestly don’t think so.

At all.

Not at all. I never imagined myself to turn out like this—EVER.

Yeah. She fucking would thank you very fucking much. :)

If my 8 year old self met me, we would run away together and be happy. ._.

My 8-year-old self would be thrilled to pieces about who she grew into. Well, there are parts that would frighten her, but for the most part I think she’d be proud.

She’d be a bit disappointed, but still happy at the progress at the same time :)

She’d be over the moon that I still love Yu-Gi-Oh!

I think she’d be horrified.

(Source: theythinkimfine, via thatrandomnutellajar)