Genuinely, my true dream is a world where age really really does not matter.
At the moment, it does. People take the piss out of old people and the aging generation are constantly under threat of losing their jobs.
It’s not even because of their age, is because of how they look due to their age.
So we just stop fucking aging?
I hate that, it’s ridiculous, I want to live in a world when the old appreciate the possiblities and novelty of the young and the young appreciate the wisdom and experience and willing to help and share that knowledge in the old. I want to see teenagers impressed by the number of wrinkles on a woman’s face. I just want to live every day and every year as that day and that year, not as a day or year being a certain age.
Is that too much to ask?!?!?!?!
(Source: practicallyperfect-marypoppins)
