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Hrm, looks entirely doable… Need to bust out my brass wire and pliers.
You’re still growing up, even into your 30’s.
Nobody tells you that. It’s like as soon as you hit the big 18 people no longer say you’re still growing up. They make it out as if as soon as you’re done with college a couple years later theres no more growing up to do. You’re at max capacity. But you know, we’re not, we are by far not even close to hitting the end of trying to grow up and we need to hear that now more than we ever did when we were kids.
I don’t know why we have this notion in our heads that as soon as you get out of college you need to get your shit together. As if this magical fairy is going to pop out and give us adulthood. When we don’t get it and we crawl back to our parents house and work part-time jobs that aren’t related to our college degree to pay off said college degree we feel like failures. Not only that, nobody is there to encourage you. You’re just looked at as this giant lame ass who isn’t doing nothing in your adult life when every day you’re busting your balls trying to make ends meet and still try to maintain being happy with your short comings. Your parents, friends, the world acts like theres nothing more you can do. You’re an adult, you don’t have the job that you want, you’re in debt, you’re living in your parents basement, you suck as an adult, have a nice life its not going to get better.
That’s not the case. You’re not an adult, you’re STILL growing up figuring out shit and thats okay. Most of us didn’t get that magical fairy either to grant us adulthood and we’re fucking up and growing up right along with you. I have no idea what the hell i’m doing and i’m pretty sure a lot of people reading this also have no idea what the hell they’re doing. We’re in this together. Some people can do the growing up right away, and some of us can’t. Some of us don’t know what we want. We’re allowed to change our minds and we’re allowed to be brand new as many times as we feel. Theres no cut off age to growing up. People just keep trying to scare us into adulthood and its gets stressful when you feel like you’re the only person not doing it right. But believe me, you’re not the only one and you can take your time figuring it out. Shit, I still haven’t figured it out.
We’re still growing my friend, and thats okay. We’re okay. You’re okay.
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If I did not have such a needle phobia I would love to have a tattoo of pressed flowers.
I met the owner of this tattoo last night, at Kickstarter’s third birthday party. She was really nice, and only showed me the tattoo when Amanda asked to see it (I was much too shy).
She asked how I felt about people with tattoos of my words on them, and I told her I felt honoured.
And afterward, I thought, yes. That really is how I feel: not proud, just that it is an honour to have given people something they felt was important enough to place permanently on their skin.
This is my fifth tattoo, second literary. It’s a quote from Neil Gaiman’s American Gods that reminds me to always believe in something, to have wonder, and be open to magic. It’s the beginning of a long and brilliant soliloquy by Girl Sam.
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Reblogging for Theresa, cause I mean, omg wtf.
i wonder how long this holds up for… either way ima try it the next time i feel like painting my nails.
Holy smokes.
