I think childhood is often remembered through a blend of cruel melancholy and quiet comfort. The memories that stay with us tend to hold both sadness and happiness at once: grief for what can never be recovered, and gratitude for having lived it in the first place.
I think childhood is often remembered through a blend of cruel melancholy and quiet comfort. The memories that stay with us tend to hold both sadness and happiness at once: grief for what can never be recovered, and gratitude for having lived it in the first place.
"nearly siblings, both pretending
that we knew that we were girls,
not yet knowing that we were both
something in-between.
But in those damp sweet moments
of innocence and play
all that mattered
was lather, rinse, repeat. "
this is so cute, i love it
i also had sister cousins and tons of sisters, too
so this really got me
So beautifully written and pure :)
Lovely
That is utterly sweet!
Two precious young people -- then and now