trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
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@druffi
happy october
“So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, After a While
Sich selbst zu finden ist viel schwerer, als sich zu verlieren.
Denn wenn ich nichts mehr fühle fühl ich mich okay
Wenn man drauf ist, ist das Leben für einen Augenblick unendlich schön.
„Weisst du was ich manchmal denke? Es müsste immer Musik da sein, bei allem was du machst. Wenn alles so richtig scheiße ist, dann ist wenigstens noch die Musik da.“
- Neelix
in the mood to do a lot of drugs
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”
— Alexandra Timmer (via lazypacific)
„Mein Körper so: „Ey, das reicht jetzt man.
Ich so: „Scheiß drauf weiter ballern.“
ich schwanke zwischen “ich krieg mein Leben in den Griff” und “scheiß drauf”
whenever i smell weed in public i get picked up off my feet and float towards the source like a cartoon character smellin a pie on a windowsill