All learned schoolmaster and tutors are agreed that little children do not know what they want, but no one likes to admit that grown men stumble across this earth like children, not knowing whence they come nor whiter they are going, and that a grown man can be just as poor at pursuing the higher aims of life and can be ruled, jsut like a child, by cookies, cake, and rod.

I am perfectly willing to admit – because I know very well what your answer will be – that those people are happiest who live for the moment, like children dragging their dolls around them, dressing and undressing them, eying the cupboard where Mama keeps the cookies with the greatest respect and, when at long last they get what they want, stuff their cheeks full, chew, swallow, and cry, “More!

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Anonymous asked: iloveyoujosh.

I love you too, whoever’s behind that grey face.

lookwhoitis asked: oh my god. that story cray.

Yupppp. I still live next to North Hollywood too.

Fun story: My mother and I almost died in the North Hollywood Shootout. I was a little kid then, and my mom took me grocery shopping nearby. While walking back to the car, a police officer shouted at us to duck, and right as we ducked, we heard gunshots and saw glass shattering around us. The officer escorted us through cover to our car which wasn’t too far away and we busted out of there safely.

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