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We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.

This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)

(Source: kistybelle)

Where do I fit in?

Where do I fit in?

I Miss You.

I Miss You.

Cherish every moment

Cherish every moment

Why can’t it be me?

Why can’t it be me?

Friends Forever.

Friends Forever.

Capture every angle.
It’s not only you who matters. Other people and their ideas should be considered too.

Capture every angle.

It’s not only you who matters. Other people and their ideas should be considered too.

BEYOND THE LIMITS

BEYOND THE LIMITS

HURT OVER NOTHING

HURT OVER NOTHING

SIN

SIN

Piggy Back
Fail again. :( 

Piggy Back

Fail again. :( 

Nature’s Beauty.
Fail Color. Fail strokes. :(

Nature’s Beauty.

Fail Color. Fail strokes. :(

FOR HER SUPERMAN.
I’ve got a Superman whose Lois Lane isn’t me. :)

FOR HER SUPERMAN.

I’ve got a Superman whose Lois Lane isn’t me. :)

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.