I need to (remembers to not make casual suicide jokes in order to encourage a more outwardly positive mindset and healthy conversational environment in my day to day life) kill myself
"The spring of your life lasts until you're 18, your summer up until 30, then you pass into autumn and-" Are you crazy? Are you insane? Every year I live through spring and summer and autumn and winter, I feel the first warm wind in my hair and I watch the rain of magnolia blossoms. I smell peaches in my sun-warm kitchen and feel grass tickling between my toes. I watch the bats dance in lilac dusk and stain my fingertips with blackberries. I have tea on dark mornings and stop to admire the crystalline spiderwebs. Life is a constant delight of ever-changing seasons and I get to experience it again and again, to the fullest, every year, at every age.
"you're a blossoming flower until you hit 25" — I blossom every spring. What are you talking about?