fairycosmos:

my nana wants me to fear getting old so bad. “before you know it you’ll be 30!” and WHAT. and what. am i supposed to be sad about that. am i supposed to run from my life forever. so many people don’t even make it out of their fucking 20′s. and the expectation that i should be upset if i do, because my tits might sag a bit more or because i won’t exist in the enigmatic throes of youth anymore, is beyond ridiculous. the glory days are an entirely fickle made-up concept that never really served me anyway so excuse me for not constructing my entire self around them. i don’t care about the anti-aging agenda. it’s a good thing to live a long time