I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
oh no a boy doesnt like my apperance whatever will i do
i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe