climb a tree.
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree...
I'll NEVER grow up, never GROW up, never grow UP.
Not me.
(listen to the song I'm quoting here.)
There are so many things to celebrate come Spring-time. Of upmost worth, the resurrection of Christ. Also blossoms and new life. And perpetual youth. Upon high-school graduation I was voted "kid at heart" and I've never been quite so pleased with myself.
Happy Easter. I love you, my friends.
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p.s. i don't know those cute people you sent my way but i feel like i should :)