no offense but the media either has to stop writing underage characters or start using underage actors to play these underage characters because i can’t watch another sexualized 20something play a 17 year old girl bruh! can’t do it anymore my guy! it’s gotta stop diva!

“I think a big part of being in your 20s is realizing that your parents are people, and that they’re not just in the world to serve you. Realizing that your parents have their own issues and their own anxieties, it can be traumatic, because you still feel like a child. You don’t feel ready for it.”

-Lena Dunham

7 Cosmic Horrors You’ll Date in Your 20s
Dating is tough. If you’re not careful, you could lose your mind.
By Topher McCulloch

1. The Great Dreamer

While scuba diving in the South Pacific on spring break you’ll separate from your group and swim off to a strange, sunken city. Could this be the legendary R’lyeh? There in his house you’ll find Cthulhu waiting, dreaming. With a quick peck on one of his rubbery tentacles he’ll awake. Was he dreaming of you? His allure will be unmistakeable. In the relationship you’ll often feel more like a worshipping cultist than a significant other. Later, drunk on too much cheap New England moonshine, you’ll get a lower back tattoo in Papyrus that says Fhtagn. He’ll tell you it means “dreams.” Things will start to go south when despite your best efforts to make the long distance work, he spends most of the time you’re together sleeping. “Who are you dreaming of,” you’ll demand through hot tears. He won’t answer.

Trumps America and One Millennials Anxiety

Anxiety something many my age the Mellinials are plagued with.
We’re socially anxious.
We describe ourselves as introverts in everyday conversation.
We suffer panic attacks.
We have our psychiatrist prescribe xanax and then allow futures lyrics ease our anxiety about medicating our anxiety since it’s considered socially acceptable to be prescribed these bars of RX gold.
I’m anxious.
I cancel plans.
I ghost people intentionally and not
I also warn people that It takes me 3-5 business days to respond.
Not cause I don’t want to be social.
That’s secretly what I crave the most.
But because I’m busy scrutinizing vowels and punctuation of our erratic correspondence.
I’m trying to find an outfit to wear out but nothing feels right which leads to dramatic telenovela like breakdowns.
Even going to the grocery store gives me anxiety.
Adults. They know I’m not like them.
An outsider.
And although I maintain vocal goals about being more adventurous and outgoing
There sadly rarely if every achieved.
Pot really does help.
It makes me relax and giggle.
It’s still a nervous laugh but the nerves are calmed by the clouds of smoke.
Blazed as I may be my memory is still intact
I’ve thought and thunk and paused to wonder some more yet
I still can’t remember
When this soul crushing anxiety gained it’s boa like strength.
A pussy. Yes. That is true.
But could there be reasons for which this anxiety grew ?
Trump. President elect.
My rights as a woman already at streak.
Alabama Supreme Court allows mother to sue in a case
Wrongful death of her fetus, a natural miscarriage was to blame.
Sadly" life begins at conception “
In Alabama and most of the south.
Im scared.
Its only begun.
But when basic human rights-
You’re body’s reproductive rights-
Are in jeopardy is fear and anxiety appropriate ?
Could the collective realization that onward, in trumps America, we’re facing challenges akin to those fought during the civil rights movement, be the cause of this mass public anxiety problem.
Our future.
Americas future.
My future.
Honestly not knowing what is in store.
That gives me anxiety.

Musings from a 20 something year old ❤

I Have No Idea What I’m Doing

I’m not even sure how to start this post, since it’s been at least 6 months since I’ve been active.

With the new year starting, I’ve been reflecting. Life looks very different than just a year ago, hell, six months ago.

I feel like I’m in a weird place in life. I’m happy in my personal relationships, struggling with my personal wellbeing, and in utter despair with my career.

W & I are stronger than ever. He’s my partner in every way, and makes me feel like the love of his life every day. I couldn’t be more grateful for him. E & Z are expecting their first child after two miscarriages and we are all so excited for them. Baby Jax will be here in May, which means I will be gladly sharing my birthday month.

I am at least 15 pounds heavier than my previous highest weight. I know the saying “fat and happy” exists for a reason, and while I am happy with W, I am not happy with being fat. I have a personal trainer, and when I meet her I’m focused and giving her my best. But outside of that, I’m having so much trouble motivating. I don’t eat well at all. I struggle to make myself go to the gym on my own. I don’t have those good habits anymore. I want to be healthy and I want to be happy with what I see in the mirror. Realistically, I need to lose around 60 pounds to be at a healthy weight. And yet I’m struggling with motivation to do the right things to get me there. I’m struggling to overcome the laziness and sluggishness I feel after work and every morning. I know what impacts that is..

..the fact that I hate my job. I never thought I’d get there. But I am miserable. I dread going to work every morning and I’m exhausted when I come home. I’ve grown fatigued with working in the AOD field and in working in higher education. I miss the nonprofit world, but outside of that I have no idea what I actually want to do anymore. Many days I think that becoming a social worker was a mistake.

I’m turning 30 this year and it’s frustrating that I’m still wrestling with what I want to do. I thought I’d have it figured out by now. I hoped I would at least.

I feel like my quarter life crisis hit late. Or maybe I’m early for my mid life crisis.

I’m meeting my trainer tonight, so I’m hoping to have a heart to heart with her on my struggles. I’m continuing to job search and keeping an open mind about my current employment. I know viewing everything in such a negative filter will only yield negative results. 

And if all else fails, I’ll hire a life coach.

Your 20’s are your selfish years. Old enough to make the right decisions and young enough to make the wrong ones. Be selfish with your time - travel, explore, fall in and out of love, be ridiculous and silly, stupid and wild.
Be 20something.
—  Unknown


I started a tumblr for people in their twenties to find and follow each other. All the other ones seem to be dead (20 something tumblrs, not people). If you are in your twenties, please send me a message with your age, your tumblr name and whatever else you wish. or reblog this or like it or follow.

Please someone get the ball rolling, I know you guys must be out there.

20 Things No One Tells You About Your 20s

The struggle is real. You graduated, but you’re not actually an adult. You’ve entered the work force, but you’re entirely unprepared. You’re in your 20s, but it’s not at all as seen on TV. Here’s what no one tells you about life after graduation.

  1. The quarter life crisis is real.
  2. There are no birthdays to look forward to after 21. Yeah, you can rent a car at 25, but have you ever spent time at an Enterprise? That place makes a quarter life crisis seem fun.
  3. Unlike college, there’s not free food everywhere you turn, and you have to grocery shop constantly if you’re not into a starvation diet.
  4. You eat fast food alone on your lunch break out of necessity, not after long nights out with friends when you’re too drunk to count calories.
  5. All of your college friends used to be in one place, and now everyone’s spread out (until the next wedding, at least).

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