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[gorgeouslywrong]

I am constantly trying to decide what "growing up" means; fervent sentimentalist warily eyeing each day as childhood's last. Growing up: growing sideways, actually. Growing up: remembering to flip the calendar page. Growing up: no longer being able to ignore the little horrors in others' lives, to believe their answers to "how are you

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[belledezuylen]

God, you're brilliant. I love you more than I can articulate.

And I can't answer your questions, but it seems that growing up is about embracing the asymptotes, the ambiguities--about living in Akutagawa's grove, where everyone tells a slightly different story. The only consolation I can offer is that those sharp, pure, sudden emotions *do* remain, even if we have to qualify each one with a facetious shrug or an ironic little wince.

Nobody can have it right, but believe me, you have it more right than most.

[snowyyama]

I like this.

[amuntari]

The combination of re-reading Stoppard's The Real Thing last night and this glimpse of yours is making my day in a way I haven't the power to put into words...

I want to come sit in on your class someday. :)

[galactic_funk]

The only answer I have is teen fiction and banana pancakes and a conscious resistance to total adulthood.

<3

[ethanoic_acid]

You have another year to not grow up. Cherish it.