youth lit

it rained a lot that summer, when johnny worked part time bussing tables at the diner and callie tattooed flowers on everybody’s necks. we bruised easy and loved hard and both hurt more than they should’ve. johnny said we were gods and i said i wouldn’t take it so far, said maybe we’re just pretty damn great at pretending. callie said stop it but i didn’t stop it, just kept tearing down the almost temples. the flowers on our necks are going to fade and we’re going to go with them. i’m sorry johnny, some things just weren’t meant to be holy.
—  india ink || s.o.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
—  Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine