—don’t mix your drugs if you decide to experiment, taking uppers and downers together can be incredibly dangerous (this includes alcohol)
—your partner is absolutely not “too big for a condom,” if a standard size won’t fit comfortably there are XL condoms
—the person sending you hate online is not worth your time, much less your peace or your life. Block freely and unplug sometimes
—your hobbies should not become hustles unless you want to start hating your hobbies. Give yourself permission to do unproductive, unstructured shit for fun
—if you decide you want a tattoo, look at designs and then wait six months. If you still want it, get it, but that six months will let you find a good and reputable artist and save up, along with being 100% sure this is something you want on your body for the next sixty years
—some days are going to genuinely suck ass for reasons entirely beyond your control and what I have learned in the fifteen years since I’ve been a teenager is that the best thing you can do for your mental health on those days is to take a deep breath, acknowledge your day sucks, and say “I’m going to do what I need to do so tomorrow doesn’t also suck, but I’m not going to try to pretend everything is okay.” It is so, so much better than fake positivity.
—I graduated high school in 2006. I don’t remember a single dumbass thing anyone did, but I remember the acts of cruelty and the acts of kindness. Don’t worry about the toilet paper that was on your shoe or accidentally wearing your shirt backward because in the short term nobody will remember like a week from now and in the long term not only will nobody remember, nobody will give a shit. Don’t let these things steal your peace.
REACH YOUR THIRTIES ITS SO MUCH BETTER
look forward to 30 seriously. you will feel scared like youre getting old but when you turn 30 or near it it will feel like youve really settled into yourself
ive felt that and ive heard a lot of other people feel that
EDINA! Scotia’s darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow’rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch’s feet, Sat Legislation’s sov’reign pow’rs: From marking wildly scatt’red flow’rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray’d, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in they honour’d shade.
Extract from Address to Edinburgh by Robert Burns.
