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.
do you ever drop something and instead of picking it back up you just stare at on the ground and think about what a failure you are
when people are very very nice to you and make you feel good about yourself
what even IS american culture
it’s just a big ball of different cultures with no set value
i don’t get it
this might just be the most accurate discription of america ever