Someday I’ll realize I’m not a teenager anymore. And then maybe I’ll stop wishing I still was.
And my dear I need you to move a little faster; this second counts as the rest...– “Lycanthrope”
I'm not desperate for approval.
But I need it from a handful of people, just to know that I’m still doing it right. Still here, still making sense. It means the most when it comes from you.