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i don’t think the passage of time is for me. i’d like to opt out if that’s okay
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Your twenties began with an organic chemistry exam. Staring at hieroglyphs of reactants and products, wishing that you understood. You decided not to check your grade for a few days, trying to avoid the inevitable.
But time marched on.
You turned 21 in the arms of your lover. Sharing a bottle of sickly-sweet mango wine and watching trashy tv, you became content with your place in the universe. You prayed to anything that would listen to freeze that moment, to live in warm, domestic bliss until your time on earth ended.
But time marched on.
Eventually you fell asleep. Eventually you woke up. Eventually you drove her home.
I am now 21 years and 351 days old. Soon I will open on a new year and beg those same unlistening ears to start my twenties over again. I’ll do it correctly this time: I’ll pass my organic chemistry exam, I’ll take another minute with her before I drive her home — just to hold her, and maybe in that life I’ll actually enjoy turning 22.
But time marches on.
In 14 days I will be older than she ever was, which was never supposed to be the ending to this story.
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Wallace Polsom, Deep Focus LXX (Descension) (2023), paper collage, 23.6 x 29.6 cm.
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Endwell, NY 10/18
This was the last time I looked out the kitchen window of the house I was raised in and lived in until I was 18. I was visiting my parents, and hadn't been here in ten years. I remember most of my youth here being cold and sad. The summers were too short and it rained a lot. There were however many good holidays, many firsts, many experiences that are an indelible part of my memory. I looked out this window on every birthday, every Christmas, and every first day of summer vacation, when I was a boy. As soon as I was old enough to leave home, I began venturing south for warmer places to live —Virginia, Georgia, and now Louisiana, where I have lived longer than any other place in my life. Dad passed away a few years ago, and my mom moved to Albany. The house was sold, and I'll never see this view again.
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i gotta get an idea really soon or else
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I can’t fucking believe it’s December.
November went by so quickly that it was actually jarring.
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Ended my twenties last night by winning a table quiz and drinking way too much Guinness
Starting my thirties today by waking up before 7am despite only getting to bed after 1.30 and feeling... not hungover?
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Theory: clocks restrain the passage of time, most efficiently while you are looking at one, but even just having a clock handy to keep checking slows things enough. One day, your phone dies so you can't check the time before and after you shower to know how long it took. You exit the shower and find that everything has evolved into crabs. Based on a true story (something like this happened to me on Thursday).
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Nobody:
Me: wow I can’t believe Mai from Abaranger and my older brother are the same age
Me: also they’re 25 now wtf
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10 years from now, i'm sure i'm going to feel nostalgia for this moment
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i just feel like we should be able to rewind our lives a little. 2019 is too close to be untouchable. im not done being 15 yet
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being on tumblr is crazy, I've been here for like 4-5 years now and it's like
I see frosen steel week is preparing for it's 5th ship week and it's like >:0
whaddya mean the first one only happened like a year and a half ago JKASNCJKA
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Me: Can you believe Kulindadromeus is nine
Max: wait Kulinda is nine??
Me: the paper came out in 2014
Max: ahHHHHHHHHHH
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