Someone just shat in the car with me and I don’t care. It’s all good. Shit happens. And then you crack a window.
There are times like this where I just want to tell my parents that I’m a trustworthy kid, if they would only trust me. Really, I want to tell them that I am no longer a kid, and even if I was, the stifling of my individuality isn’t a lecture that I need. Realize that I’m the only person that can find myself, define myself, and redefine myself, continuously. Mostly, let me grow organically because I’m doing pretty well.
i get so overwhelmed with fashion and magazines and writing and things i love like please? please never think you can’t do the things you love like it is so worth it to hustle and do unpaid shit and not be able to go out with your friends every weekend to get to a place where you thought you could never be or wasn’t for you