it’s “stick your feet out from under your thin ass sheet because anything thicker would be too fucking hot but you have to have something on top of you in order to fall asleep” season
Even though the world can be an ugly place, don’t let it make you ugly. Don’t let it change you into someone you aren’t destined to be. You are more than infinite. Be the light when there is darkness.
what a graceful creature
i’m more interested in being happy than i am in being rich, but capitalism doesn’t like that mindset
i hate nerves and anxiety. oh nooo i am scared of acting like a weird bitch to remedy this i will act like a weird bitch
i think one of the things that gets missed by the people who really don’t like my romanticizing adulthood post is that it’s not a passive “oh magical things happen to you as an adult” sort of deal
it’s a “this is my one and only life, and i’m going to milk it for all it’s worth” sort of deal
it’s a defiant “i didn’t actually think i’d make it this far” sort of deal
i’m not trying to say, “oh just think positive and everything will be fine” because that’s not true, but we are what we practice, and i think it’s important to consciously practice joy and appreciation and treating my life like it’s special because it is.
there are days that fucking suck being a grown up, but going, “joy is fleeting and misery is the norm” does nothing but make you (and the people around you) miserable. i am way more happy than i EVER was a kid or teenanger, and a big part of that is doing special things like buying myself a cup of dippin’ dots just because i can or deciding last minute that i want to go on an “adventure” (even if that’s just walking around a secondhand store i’ve never been to before) and recognizing that these are gifts i’m giving myself because i deserve to live a life i’m in love with.
if happiness is doomed to be temporary, then so is sadness i think



