Would it be considered a major character flaw that I often end up feeling like shit when I hang out with people my age, but hanging out with my 14-year-old cousin was the highlight of last week??

I remember when she was born, and I remember rocking her to sleep on hot summer days, and running through the sprinkler with her in big t-shirts. She was the tiny baby cousin that we all took care of.

But now all the sudden she’s a smart, funny, kind, real person, and instead of me having to entertain her, she’s at the age where we can just be friends. And we get to talk about life, and books and shows, and binge movies in Taylor’s apartment, and share memes, and bond over how much we cry because growing up can be lonely as fuck.

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I’ll die happy if I’m considered the cool older cousin™, because I remember how it felt to be 14 (my bleached-hair phase was right around the corner), and how much I wanted people to see me as a real person.

(often I still feel like that I’m trying to get people to see me as a real person)

But anyways, in other news: the goldenrod is in bloom, which I personally believe marks the unofficial end of summer, and it’s put me in the mood for fishnets and boots and new thrifted sweaters 💛

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