snh-snh-snh:

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.

the other day i was texting with a teenager (whose guardian I am so just chill, nothing weird) and I said in response to her complaint about her friends house “Wow, that would ruin their property value.” and her reaction made me realize “I….am old.” I mean, I’m not. I’m in my twenties but still. 

I am 
O L D.