Mess Of A Dreamer

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

Thinking about “Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard” and “Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool” and “In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury” in the context of “The rest of the world was black and white / but we were in screaming colors”.

Bruh I’m too old to be this shy and awkward lmao

just remember it could always be worse. we could still have PE.