I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
What I say: you're cute.
What Im thinking: You are the most amazing, stunning, sweet, caring, gorgeous, adorable, funny, perfect fucking human being in the world. I love you to death and your existence in my life warms my heart. And I want nothing more than to curl up in your arms forever.