Everything happens for a reason.

20, Melbourne.

Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.

—note to self  (via parallexia)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via wear-your-broken-crown-xo)