twenty is for trying. twenty is for failing. twenty is not for getting married or for giving birth to babies. twenty is not, i have decided, for making a home. for standing still. twenty is for falling in love and falling asleep in the big, warm beds of your friends and waking up to kisses and walking out the door, disheveled, to eggs and bacon and toast. stay up late, sleep in late, build things, break things. hurt yourself. forgive yourself. you are the sum of your parts, two and five and twelve and twenty. you are baby and girl and woman all at once. you are naive, and you are scarred. it can’t be helped, darling. growing up is a contradiction in terms. adulthood is a lie.
—lalondes wrote this. I felt uncomfortable reblogging the other personal parts of her post before this section, but I feel like this is important. I relate with this. (via saturdaymorning)