#it’ll be cool again someday

Thinking about when I was a kid and my entire bedroom was bright pink, orange, and yellow. I had beads strung up in the doorway, a disco ball hanging from my ceiling, a pink and purple lava lamp in the corner and those little glow in the dark stars everywhere. I had a hammock in one corner full of stuffed toys and my bed was covered in fuzzy pillows. My walls were full of band posters and pictures. My room was so much fun. Now my room is black and white with hardly any decor. Because at 17, I thought I had outgrown that type of thing. Now I’m 25 and I want my cool hippie room back.

Anyway, my point is, do not change the things that make you happy just to fit more into the “adult” role. Being an adult already sucks so you may as well make the most of it.