i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

december 2nd?? what the fuck. what’s next? december 3rd?? a 4th of december???? give me a fucking break.

and what’s after the 4th? the 5th??? the minor fall, the major lift????? the baffled king composing hallelujah???????

Adult Scooby-Doo series where they're all in their 70s and the mystery now is why is scooby still alive but nobody says it out loud bc they don't wanna jinx it but everybodys suspicious and often worried about this talking dog in his mid 60s

adult Scooby Doo series where all five of them are still young and alive and everyone around them is trying to figure out if theyre completely immortal in the background

Happy Birthday Disneyland