I never want to become that person who wears sundresses and plans for their future. I don’t want to wear my hair in a bun or go to dinner with my boyfriend’s family. I don’t wanna smile in pictures and go to PTA meetings. I don’t wanna wear a “I voted!” sticker or drive a Volvo. I don’t want my friends to schedule lunch with me, and I never want to have the misfortunate of planning a play date.
I just want curly hair and cheap food and good weed for the rest of my life.
I want to puke all over my facebook newsfeed right now.
Dear Sugar: The Future Has An Ancient Heart
Henri J. M. Nouwen