Growingup Quotes

Things weren’t the same with us, not right away, and maybe not ever. We were growing up. We were still figuring out how to be in each others lives without being everything to each other

“You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own freewill, a day quicker than the other girls.” ♥


 “When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case, a princess. When we were ten, they asked us again and we answered – rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows? This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Fall in love,a lot. Major in philosophy ‘cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. And change it again, because nothing's permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask what we want to be, we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”



ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs

ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ



 
cheers to the teenage years hanging out ,making out ,sneeking out, freaking out, whatever happens happena no regret 

I'm greatful they shot me down or the person I am I would not be now

it ain't good to be bullet proof cause in the end that bullet will be good for you 

                                                                                                     - 360  

Growing up
is merely watching your heroes turn human
right before your eyes.

 

The sun warms porcelain skin,
storm cloud eyes look down in fear. A little girl, sorry that this is who she's grown to be.

But this will all end well, I know that. I may lose some but I will gain some as well.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m.
he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. -The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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