“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
(via presumably)
reposting something that i posted on my tumblr a year ago so that my past self and provide my present self some sage...
This is why I’m generally happy.
I haven’t been sad in a really long time, and I believe in this.
Giving no fucks — the key to happiness!