Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.
— (via bl-ossomed)
This semester has made me feel like a zombie. I’m a shell with nothing inside. I’m exhausted and I’m sad all the time. Grad school is tough.
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.