sending your selfies to NASA because you’re a star
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Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.
Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 (via sunst0ne)
i forget sometimes that i’m technically an adult. like. how did that happen. who let it happen. i don’t look like an adult. i do not feel like an adult. how do i stop this
