“that so few now dare to be eccentric, marks the chief danger of the time.” // j. s. mill
i’ve long held the thought that it would be a most welcome and wonderful outcome to end up an eccentric, old biddy.
i’d leave out the extended laundry list of the aspects of old age that make it seem like a rather dull affair, (like ill-health, benign guilt and a body that begins to reject you), and leave in an extra-large helping of no-longer-giving-a-shit about what other people think, and a veritable metric ton of doing whatever the hell you want.
an old age like that seems rather grand, but it takes so long to get there – so: i’ve decided to stop waiting and start being as weird and wonderful as i’d like. wanna come with?
➝ source : detached sleeve sweatshirt via slow and steady wins the race
➝ source : diamond bee stud earring via yvonne leon