forcedcuddles:

hipsterinatardis:

thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy:

nudityandnerdery:

literaryfirearms:

beeleebay:

“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.

“I’m an adult,” I say as I blow bubbles in my coffee through my bendy straw.

“I’m an adult,” I say as I count down the minutes left at work until I can go home and play video games.

“I’m an adult,” I say as I reach for another crayon to finish coloring in my princess coloring page.

“I’m an adult,” I say as I make a telephone call.

“I’m an adult,” I whisper as I have a valentine’s skype date with my crush and drink cheap California sparkling white wine and eat waffle-fried mac n cheese that Bobaloo made for me.