What I enjoy the most of being an adult has more things to do with childhood than with being a grown-up.
“Fantasy is so much more pleasant than reality, and since most people don’t have the power or courage to create such a world, they enjoy being around those who do.” – Robert Greene.
My inner child devilishly enjoys this thought very much.
“Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n’avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette.” – Raymond Dufayel in Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain.
I might say from time to time that I don’t like being lonely but it’s a lie. I’m a loner.
It’s hard to know what you’re seeing if everything is out of focus. Better to wait and see.
There’s nothing grownup about jammies.
Look. No, really, take a look. It’s the only way to find out things you didn’t knew even existed.
High-heels are dead.
I wish I were where I really want to be.
I don’t miss being a kid because I have never stopped being the little princess I am.
What makes me most envious is not related to something physical but to knowledge.
No woman wearing a dress and high heels can feel depressed.
I have discovered that my most sexual part is closely related to my most childish part.
I like having what most people don’t.
I’ll tell you a secret: I know I could be doing more than this. It’s just I’m afraid it won’t be as wonderful as I imagine it.
Love comes in many forms. Sometimes in a fuzzy way.
When weird stuff/people becomes familiar we begin to get attached to it.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t regret being too busy to stop and admire life.
Happiness can numb fatigue.
Sunny days come with a carefree feeling.