Thursday, August 1, 2013

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I turned twenty five a week ago. It was cool. These tights made my legs look really pale. These new shoes!!!

I've been thinking about writing something to do with age and how different it feels, but I'm not sure. The past three years I've been twenty two in my mind, and now suddenly I'm twenty five. It felt kind of scary leading up to it, but now it feels normal. Kind of good? Twenty one year olds seem very young. I guess they always were.

Whatever, life continues, regardless of your feelings. It's good. It means you won't be stuck doing the same old shit forever. I feel like I've been in a rut, and it's taken a long time to get out, but I'm finally making progress. I feel like I've also given up on the 'this is the year everything's going to change' attitude. That's some hollywood bullshit. And it gets in the way of real life. In which things change slowly, and never by themselves.

If you make cakes, your life will be filled with cakes. How good is that?! And I don't mean that as some cheesy metaphor for the cakes of life. I mean actual delicious cakes. The ones above were made by my friends, and they were coconut cakes. The best.

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  1. It gets weirder as you get older, I think. I'm about to turn 30 and I can't decide if I love it or not. I don't care about getting old or whatever, I'm more concerned about whether or not I'm actually doing something worthwhile with myself - which I was kind of hoping I would have figured out by now.

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    1. Yeah, that's definitely the vibe... I like being older, and having learnt stuff. It's just the 'success' or 'achievements' that are stressful.

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