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misswallflower:

This made me so sad.

Oh fuck.

I really, really think so. And I’m so happy to be able to say that.

Weird, this thought actually crossed my mind today, but in a slightly different form. To be honest, my 8 year old was an insecure mess who couldn’t stand up for herself for shit and literally had no friends. I like to think she’d be proud of me… someone who’s not afraid to state her beliefs, is comfortable with herself, and has a large of group of close friends. Even a best friend. Of course my math and science grades are shitty so maybe she wouldn’t like me that much.

To be honest, I don’t think 8 year old me would recognize adult me, because that version of me is a completely different human being. 8 years old? That was the calm before the storm. I imagine that 8 year old me wouldn’t know what to do with grown up me, but you know what? All I need to do to make the child in me happy is open up the file of the things I’ve written - novels, short stories, fics - and let her see how far she’s come. And yeah, I think that little brat that put pen to paper and wrote a story about a magic carrot would be pretty damned proud.

Well shit.

I honestly don’t think so.

At all.

Not at all. I never imagined myself to turn out like this—EVER.

Yeah. She fucking would thank you very fucking much. :)

If my 8 year old self met me, we would run away together and be happy. ._.

My 8-year-old self would be thrilled to pieces about who she grew into. Well, there are parts that would frighten her, but for the most part I think she’d be proud.

She’d be a bit disappointed, but still happy at the progress at the same time :)

She’d be over the moon that I still love Yu-Gi-Oh!

I GUESS ART WISE

But I’d be like “SWEETIE YOU NEED TO START ARTING SOONER AND ALSO DON’T DRAW ANIMU”

She might be proud, but she wouldn’t understand why. She was a fucked up angry little kid who didn’t know how to do anything other than take care of herself. I think she would be happy to know that eventually not only does she draw p cool shit, but also that we finally, after years, don’t have to be angry anymore.

She would probably bitch slap me in the face after kicking my knee, she’ll then proceed on asking me why the fuck don’t i still have long hair, because long hair was the shit and then we’d play. because I never really grew, even though i’m 17years old already :)

So no she wouldn’t be proud of me, she’d probably complain like a little bitch.

(Source: theythinkimfine)