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you’re too freaking young.
you are too freaking young to not be the person you’ve always wanted to be. don’t look back when you’re thirty and regret not doing everything you wanted to. life is too short to care what other people think. wear the dress. buy the shoes. shamelessly love what you want to love. do it without abandon. love loudly. smile too brightly. be happy because finally, the person you are on the inside matches what you see on the outside.
you will get snide comments from that one aunt and your roommate will wonder who the person sleeping one room over has become but it will not matter. i promise. you will be happier that you ever thought you could be.
stop putting it off. go be that person. you've always wanted a tattoo? wanted to dress that way but are afraid of what your friends would say? wanted to listen to that band? wanted to major in art? go. freaking. do it. you were born from stardust and to stardust you will return, but you have this entire "dash" between your birth and death years to fill up. make it magic. do whatever you want to and don't say sorry because in the end, you're the only one who sees the whole thing playback before your eyes. make it worth watching. die with a smile on your face because there's not a thing you would change.
i'm giving you permission to be a little selfish. to care about and for yourself a little bit more. i'm not telling you to say "screw you world!!!" and live as a hermit because you dropped everything and everyone to be this person. there is a way to balanced. find that perfect ratio and laugh when you do. then don't stop laughing.
go dancing or something.
documenting the fun years.