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leslielikesthings:

thelorelaisquared:

justhopingforhappiness:

becarefuliloveyoustayintouch:

laughing-llama:

will I ever grow out of tumblr or will I still be here blogging in my thirties

oh my god i never thought about that

“grandma will you make me some cookies?”

“shut up, grandma’s got a blog to run”

you’re planning on being a grandma when you’re in your thirties

Well this doesn’t make me feel old at all… (I’m 32) Where are my grandkids? 

Hahahahahahaha! That’s just precious, honestly. How young and adorably clueless do you have to be to think that way about being in your thirties? (I’m 30 on the nose.)

I can remember when I was in first grade, at a school that went up through sixth grade, when I basically thought that the sixth graders were practically adults (because c’mon; from a first-grader’s perspective they kind of are). I recall literally (by which I mean, literally) thinking that after sixth grade one basically settled down, got married, and started a family.

It’s funny to me how that same dynamic basically carries through at all ages. I remember as a teenager computing how old I’d be in the year 2000 (38), and thinking, “Man; I’m going to be old.” And so on.

Reposted from http://lies.tumblr.com/post/46005828813.

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