Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via tocamelot)
I’ve been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too oh yes
I’m getting older too
They’re still here tonight but there’s no GA tickets left or else id be there.