pov you're sat in the backseat of your dad's car, going home from a very long trip, you are very young and partially zoning out, it's the golden hour and you're unaware of your own mortality. and suddenly this comes on the radio and it hits you like a fucking brick and you don't really know or understand why but it's bringing a sinking feeling into your chest as you realise that oh, this fragile mortal body you inhabit will have an end someday, but then you stop and get a lil chocolate snack and a bottle of 7up and all is well again :-)
let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook
nothing will ever be as good as the first time you read a pop-up book and we all have to live with this reality and that's the way things are and that's never gonna change