what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent
- Me when I first joined Tumblr: Oh, I already reblogged this. That's too bad.
- Me now: I reblogged this every day for the last three weeks and I'mma do it again. I don't give a fuck.
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.