"Growing up doesn't look like fast forwarding to getting a job or getting married. It looks like remembering to go grocery shopping every Tuesday or Thursday because the vegetables are fresh in the farmer's market. It looks like calculating the budget for the month, like helping your mother with the dishes and the laundry. It looks like knowing all the things on the to-do list without looking twice at the post-it note on the fridge. It looks like adding reminders on the phone, cancelling plans, coming home as early as you can so you'd spend it with your family instead. It looks like becoming the one to go pick someone up from being the person who was to be picked up. It looks like multitasking and gobbling the dinner down because you've something to do later. It looks like booking tickets, making appointments and making ends meet. It looks like finally recognizing the taste of those warm beverages being comfort. It looks like searching for a few minutes of break in the rush hours of the day. It looks like understanding your parents. It looks like wanting to be a kid again but also wanting to be a parent to your parents, massaging their tensed muscles as they are lulled into a sleep. It looks like the sudden urge to kiss your loved ones a good night no matter how tired you are. Growing up doesn't look like numbers beside your name, it looks like turning into one of the pillars of the house that you used to run around with your mother trying to get you to eat food."
-Meghana☆/ what growing up looks like
the feeling when a book fucks you up so hard you have to put it down and take a break because your emotional threshold has reached it's limit
“He forgot why he came in.”
(via)
Afraid that I'll ask my mom "Kya main itni buri hu maa?" and she'll agree and point out my galtiya .
Padhh le behen bohot shauk tha na strong independent woman ban ne ka
girlboss? no. girlbas. bas ho gaya.
why is sharing clothes so intimate like.. bro…. are you cold… here…. borrow my sweatshirt… it smells like the brand of washing powder i use…. a little glimpse into the oddly private domesticity of my own life bro…. its still warm from where i knotted it around my waist (i dont feel the cold)… here bro… take it…
Sunghoon: I'm the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person.
BE RESPONSIBLE – SEUNGMIN / 191225
once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion
Chan: Respect my trans homies or I'm gonna identify as a fucking problem.