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Nightlight Girl // Turnover
Me: i love books! I love them so much! I am such a bookworm!
Friend: cool! How many did you read this year?
Me: OK, so here’s the thing
who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.
Plato, The Republic (via wordsnquotes)
Being Kind doesn’t mean becoming a complete pushover. You can be kind and have very clear boundaries about what is and isn’t acceptable to you.
Do you ever wonder if “It’s Raining Men” and “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” are both describing the same event from wildly different perspectives?
when the ‘bad boy’ character goes through a bunch of character development and proves themselves to be a good guy
I can’t believe he killed Harrison Ford twice
Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.
we are such a sad generation. the dream is a modest and decent life.
And still, it feels unattainable.
You know? I actually prefer to think of it as regaining sanity after all the delusions of grandeur older generations had. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a normal, decent life with just enough, and tbh it’s their fault we think there IS something wrong with it.
There’s a Swedish word for that, Lagom. Lagom It means not too much, not too little. Just the right amount. You can have a lagom amount to eat at lunch or a lagom warm bath. It expresses a sense of balance and satisfaction with having your needs met without needing excess. It not wanting excess but wanting and appreciating having the right amount of something.
I love working at Starbucks a lot but if i see one more frappuccino for the next 24 hours im driving my car off an overpass at approximately 110 mph into oncoming traffic
I actually have so much love for dogs
I exist as I am, that is enough.
Walt Whitman (via quotemadness)
PLEASE TURN YOUR SOUND ON
MOTHER LET ME FIGHT
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