I bought a set of Madeleine L’Engle books for my niece. She’s still a little young so i haven’t gifted them yet. I’ve been very very tempted to open the package. (I know, I could just buy my own)

AYFKM?

Count me among those who will grow old filled with bitterness and anger, and a stomach full of vodka infused fruit loops. Seriously, what lies we tell ourselves, and what empty pablum we use to conceal the truth of what we all know: growing old is terrible, scary, and comes with the promise of more. Would I rather be…