#thirty*

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[soylareina]

birthday eve 🥂💕🔥

[beautiful-and-strange]

Graduation party of a friend last Saturday. Had a blast, but realized ‘oh boy, I’m getting old’. Last September I turned thirty. How old are you all here?

[theminionjcfucked]

CAM DID YOU KNOW YOU HAVE 37 MINUTES???

[miss-tribulationperiwinkle]

At Least It Happens Only Once in Your Life.

I’m turning 30 in a couple of weeks and all I can think of is Jonathan Larson’s song 30/90 (“Why can’t you stay 29? Hell, you still feel like you’re 22”) and also of the start of Shaina Taub’s song Time With You that says “I never agreed to getting older, but somehow, here we are”. 

Somehow, here we are. Where did the time go? Time, time, time. It keeps moving and moving us with it, even when we want to stay still for a little longer, to enjoy the page before turning it. It’s so weird how things work. How the world decides to rotate and orbit and take us with it. We’re literally stuck to it and cannot change that. We will have days and nights and years and time will pass and we can’t do anything about it. Except hoping for the best and expecting our minds will adjust to the situation. But my mind doesn’t seem to adjust to anything. 

I’m against growing up, and by that I don’t mean “I want to be a baby forever and not do anything for myself”. No, I’m against the idea of growing up that entails leaving who you are behind to fill people’s expectations of how you’re supposed to be and behave. Why am I supposed to stop blowing bubbles and wearing my hair in braids just because the world decided to turn around the sun again? Why am I supposed to start eating fancy food instead of nuggets when I like the kid’s menu better? Why am I supposed to “act my age” and take part in boring adult conversations when playing with my nephew and his legos is more fun?

If growing up means that I have to stop being myself, then I don’t want to do it. I refuse to do it. I will ignore the number that results from the subtraction between the current year and the year I was born, I don’t care, I won’t let it define me. 

Maybe it comes with being autistic, but I never felt as old as people my age. When girls wanted to party and wear make up, I just wanted to wear my pajamas and stay in bed. When everyone was starting their careers after college, I went to spend two and a half years playing with a baby. When everyone seems to be getting married and having kids, I’m not even thinking of following their path.

Am I immature? Is this how everyone feels at 30? Thirty feels like such a big number. There’s a reason why it was the age chosen by Jenna in 13 Going on 30 after all. Am I scared of being thirty? Should I be? What will my life look like in the years to come? Do I want to know? Will I be happy to live this new decade? 

To be honest, my twenties weren’t bad. They were kind of amazing in some ways and they were kind of shitty in some other ways. Will my thirties be better? Will they be worse? I guess I don’t have much option but to keep moving and see what comes next. Let’s hope for the best.

[hombresguapos]

[supernovasage-fromstarstodust]

hello thirties... 🎉🥳🎊

[allyssiafisher]

[applejee]

they turned off reblogs before i could do so which is SO funny like sorry. thirty? thirty? i follow ~180 accounts and the only reason it isn’t more is because i did end up unfollowing non-mutuals who were into wildly different fandoms, finally. more than 200 gets unwieldy but i followed closer to 800 in my heyday

[trinitycove]

Girls, I'm 30 now 🥳 💅

[gennsoup]

Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me

And I am a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus

[w-o-n-s-h-i-kawaii]

[butyoumakemesohot]

pollen goin crazy in the south today

[env0writes]

No Longer Remembered 11.18.23 “The Rest is Action”

The mountaintop is perilous for the fall below to follow So I exhale and to the clouds I gaze upon the world below Higher do I reach, above As dreams of a wounded dove

@env0writes C.Buck Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artist! Photo by @env0

[postcard-from-the-past]

The medieval tale of Pied Piper of Hamelin (rat-cather) from Saxony, Germany

In 1284, while the town of Hamelin was suffering from a rat infestation, a piper dressed in multicolored ("pied") clothing appeared, claiming to be a rat-catcher. In return for a payment, he played his pipe to lure the rats into the Weser River, where all the rats drowned. Despite the piper's success, the mayor refused to pay him the full sum, even going so far as to blame the piper for bringing the rats himself in an extortion attempt. Enraged, the piper stormed out of the town, vowing to return later to take revenge. On Saint John and Paul's day, while the adults were in church, the piper returned, dressed in green like a hunter and playing his pipe. In so doing, he attracted the town's children. One hundred and thirty children followed him out of town and into a cave, after which they were never seen again. The Hamelin street named Bungelosenstrasse ("street without drums") is believed to be the last place that the children were seen. Ever since, music or dancing is not allowed on this street.

German vintage postcard

[bluebienycheesecake]

I’m turning thirty today! Cheers to another decade of laughter, fun and craziness. I’m still a certified child at heart. ❤️

My twenties were mostly spent on establishing my career, self growth and investments. Now I’m trying to learn more on how to do work-life balance and mostly prioritize health.

The biggest surprise is probably getting married in my twenties. ❤️ Love finds you when you are ready.

Thanks to my sis and hubby, we managed to squeeze this DIY photoshoot despite our busy and crazy schedule and workload.