No, I won’t grow old quietly. I’ll laugh with tea-stained lips (preferebly milk tea 😉), chase after butterflies just because, and wear constellations like earrings. Sometimes I trip over my own wonder, but isn’t that how magic works? I want to remember this version of me — the one who still sends voice notes to the moon, names stray cats after emotions, and dances when no one’s clapping. Youth isn’t an age, it’s a heartbeat — and mine still flutters for no good reason at all. 🌼🌙✨ 今天的风是甜的。 你有没有在想我？ ---------------- Who wanna grow old? 🤷🏻♀️ We're still young with a child inside. I may stay the same, when I'll be grandma 😅 Still falling down without any reason, still playing with the kitties and puppies on lap, still dancing under the waterfall, still have no idea how to wear makeup 😅🙈 I'm silly, right?