I am 25 and confused and in the middle of what has been referred to as a “quarter-life crisis.” I feel permanently behind, as if time sped up and forgot to take me with it. I am overanxious and underwhelmed. Every piece of mail seems to be either a bill or an invitation to a wedding or baby shower, and I don’t even have a plus one. This is not how my 20s were supposed to turn out.
— Huffington Post//J.N Salters (via lady-wanderer)