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#growing older
thefugitivesaint · 1 month
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I turned 50 this year and I don't think I'm technically allowed to continue to use tumblr given the demographics. Just know that the din of the underworld has grown slightly louder to these ears and that you're following the aesthetic tastes of a ripened homosapien. I hope you're good with that dear reader.
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softhe4rted · 2 years
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growing up
jenny slate, little weirds / liana finck / taylor swift & phoebe bridgers, nothing new / x / smoothboi ezra, my own person / x / dodie, when / mitski, class of 2013 x / leith ross, grown up
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capricorn-0mnikorn · 3 months
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Woe is me. I am woe.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've come to realize that my tum-tum can no longer tolerate caffeinated coffee...
That I've been using for years to nip migraines in the bud.
~~sigh~~
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littlemisinterpreted · 6 months
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"I'm scared of growing older and losing touch with my inner child" not me. I'm out here on tumblr listening to the same sad emo music as I did in middle school.
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notasoupcompany · 1 month
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copperbadge · 2 years
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As someone on the ace spectrum who sees themself as "unqualified" to have a relationship (for reasons unrelated to sexuality, mostly), the thing I worry about is getting old and being alone, even with a rich community of friends -- is that something you think about?
I...well, yes and no?
I don't worry about being alone, because I do have a community of friends, and even if I drifted away from all my brickspace friends (unlikely at this point) I have a strong online community. And if I never have a partner, well, I haven't had one in a long time, and I know I'm okay without one.
What I worry about is money. Perhaps irrationally, but having been poor as a young person and reached escape velocity into middle class, I'm terrified of being poor as an old person. I want to be financially stable the entire rest of my life. That is much easier to do with a partner -- I do fine, but the people I know who are married are doing way better, by and large. That dual income is a real boost.
But I realized in my early thirties that I was unlikely to have that option, or if I did it wasn't showing up anytime soon, so I started making plans for a financially wholly self-sufficient life -- investigating how to invest money, working a second job for a while to keep myself from getting mired any further in debt, automating savings so I didn't notice the money I was putting into savings even ever being there in the first place. Fate willing, I will never have some kind of major financial disaster that puts me so far down I can't climb out again, but one never knows. I've done what I can, in any case, to build myself a lifetime cushion. And my needs are fairly simple, so it doesn't take a lot to make me happy, financially speaking.
I go through phases where I worry about growing old, worry about dying. But I also spent a significant portion of my late teens and early twenties assuming I wouldn't make it to thirty, so being afraid of growing old is, in my case, kind of an interesting luxury.
I know none of this is much help, honestly, but I'm afraid in this case I'm kind of unqualified. I think our fears and experiences are frequently so personal that the only advice I can really give is to consider what you truly fear in terms of the passage of time, and make a plan now for how to prevent it from coming to pass. That at least alleviates the fear, whether or not it does much to alleviate the peril.
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blackswaneuroparedux · 9 months
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Beauty companies will sell you ageing is a curse, when in fact it’s a blessing - not given to most.
Jane Birkin
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elnotwoods · 3 months
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i’m about to turn 28 and a few people around me keep asking me how i’m doing and if i’m okay - if i’m scared to turn 28, if i’m scared of growing old and aging..
and i don’t know how to explain to them that i never expected to see a day past 20, how my young self - neurodivergent and mentally ill, lonely and queer in a hateful country - never expected to grow older, never expected to see myself with wrinkles, to see any grey hair on my head, to see my family grow older, to have a nibling, to find a community and things i’m passionate about, to find love and friendship.. i never even looked forward to it because i was so sure i wouldn’t survive my teens
life hasn’t gotten easier and the past year and a half life has been testing me on so many levels but i can’t help but be amazed at the change all these years have brought - i am amazed that i am still here, that i have new wrinkles and grey hair and new people around me that i love and cherish and they love and cherish me in return
.. if anything, aging is a gift - one that not everyone is fortunate to receive
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bookwyrm42 · 14 days
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Rewarching firefly for the first time in close to 10 years and my opinions have VASTLY changed
Growing older is weird and like, cool? Measuring my past self against who I am now and what I've experienced is wild
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These stunning, elegant, older women depicted as mermaids :: The artist is Jonas Peterson
[Ana Del Castillo]
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Lucia: "Mommy can we talk about museums and buildings?" me: "Sure" Lucia: "How come I'm not a mermaid?"
[my niece Maggie]
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“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.” "I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each."
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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akindplace · 2 years
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I guess the whole point of life is to always be open to leaning, to grow, to keep figuring what it means to be a person on this planet. 🌱
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ifwebefriends · 5 months
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Growing up/growing older is just a long repetitive series of “holy fucking shit I am now the same age as or older than [insert character here], who I used to look up to and see as the pinnacle of adulthood and put-together maturity”
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Growing up means becoming more and more like your parents in ways you didn’t think of
For example, my mom really likes word games
I’m not the best at word games, but I’d always help my mom if she ever got stuck on a word
Ever since I turned eighteen, I have been getting more and more into word games
I am becoming my mother.
The cycle continues.
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sadowlswriting · 4 months
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I only realised how quickly time went when the people around me started having children. 
The fact that they grow so quickly: they go from needing to be held everywhere to crawling, then needing support as they walk, and then never needing to hold another's hand again.
How quickly they go from just crying to making sounds and babbling, then single-word sentences, then the next time you see them, their telling you everything that happened in the day.
And you realise this the next time you look in the mirror to wash your face in the morning, because there's a wrinkle there that was never there before, and there's an ache somewhere in you that you can't quite get rid of. 
And when I go to call a taxi, I scroll past all the old numbers of people I haven't seen since school. I remember sitting in the classrooms and being able to recall their names and the friends they were closest with, and now I could walk past them on the street, and I couldn't tell you that I knew I even had.
Time goes so quickly, because one minute I'm 7 years old and my sister's 18, and we're arguing over who gets the remote, she's making me laugh with her jokes and her impressions, she's tickling me till im squealing with tears down my face begging her through giggles to stop, she's taking pictures with me in the camera she got for christmas; then the next minute I'm congratulating her on her marriage, I'm congratulating her on her pregnancy, I see her 5 times in a year at birthday parties and family events, yet there seems to be awkwardness that lingers in the air -or maybe in its me- but the laughter seems lighter than it used to be, like it doesn't grip at the sides of the stomach till it hurts and it doesn't hurt your cheeks from pulling them into a smile, it doesn't make your head pound from happiness or make you feel sick -I feel sick from growing older, from forgetting moments that are all I had as memories- and I will sit at her wedding, in a dress we struggled to agree on, wondering how long I need to stay so she's not disappointed in me, because god forbid I ruin the day.
Time goes by so quickly; it is all that I have, yet the grains of sand are falling through the gaps in my fingers and clinging onto the bits of sweat from my palms.  
-Owl.
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blackbird-brewster · 2 months
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I just told this story to a friend and thought it was worth posting about too.
When I was in my teens, i didn't have a lot of friends. I spent SO much time online (in chatrooms and forums mostly).
One of my favourite places was this Yahoo chatroom just called "Movies 2" -- there was a Movies (1) chatroom (seriously the chats were so broad it'd be like, TV, Movies, Music, Sports, Books, etc) -- but it was so popular, Yahoo decided to make a secondary chat for movies.
Naming it - Movies 2.
I was a kid when I first found that chat. Probably 12-13. There was a group of mods/regulars that always hung out in there and talked about whatever came up. They'd have conversations about their lives, their kids, their jobs -- funnily enough, they very RARELY talked about movies.
These people were mostly between 30-60 years old. They could have ignored me. They could have dismissed this tiny child in this chatroom, but instead they basically adopted me.
I spent the next THREE years logging into that chat on a regular basis. I'd tell everyone about what was going on with school (they watched me start and finish HS), or vent about my shitty home situation, or bullies, or boys (and girls), and everything else. And they always cheered me on and offered advice and this group of adults became my role models. They really filled the void for where my parents were failing.
I guess, that's always stuck with me. So, as I started getting older, I decided I wanted to be the kind of adult I found in "Movies 2". That's why my blog has always been a safe space for anyone, of any age, to come chat/vent/ask for advice/seek encouragement.
And I've met so many young people this way. Some of my mutuals on this blog have been my mutuals for nearly a decade and when we met, they weren't that much older than I was when I found that magical Yahoo chatroom. I even have some Anons that I've been friends with for years upon years. People I've never known their identity, but they still come tell me about their life from time to time. That's the joy of growing up. You go from the kid who had no where else to go, to the adult who can creating a space where you shelter those kids. It's really special, nothing else like it.
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I spend too much time sitting in anger and disappointment thinking about people from my past who didn't and never will deserve me or my energy.
I need to move on and let go without looking back on it anymore. I'm the gold here; they should be hung up on and thinking about me.
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