Being young and stupid and not knowing what the hell you’re doing is a necessary step on your journey to becoming a slightly older person, who still doesn’t know what they’re doing and also has a lot of regrets.
Life is short. Our cells start to die faster than they can be replaced at the age of 25. Ask literally any 25 year old, they will confirm.
The experience of fucking unbearable pain in response to real or perceived rejection is not pathetic. It is human and normal to be scared and sad at the prospect of having to live disconnected from people who matter to you.
…if they’re clearly online and they haven’t texted you back yet, they are probably watching a stupid sixty minute YouTube video of some dipshit trying to start a lawnmower at the bottom of the ocean. Sometimes, nothing else will do.
Negative feedback loops are not written in stone. The trick, obviously, is to stop the negative feedback from looping.
The fact of your existence on this planet in this universe is a beautiful scientific coincidence. Also, having a consciousness living amoung other seperate consciousnesses is such a fucking trip. The way that one person can compose words out of thin air to describe an emotion and then somebody else can come along years later and be moved to tears, but also, I can’t figure out how to sucessfully communicate basic concepts. This is so weird.
If you say “I love you” to a person who thinks they are impossible to love, they will naturally be highly suspicious. And it’s tough to tell someone you love that you love them, when you know they don’t know that it’s true. Tell them anyway. You might need to kind of thwack them over the head with it for a while until the message gets through.
Life isn’t fair, and there is so little that I can do about it. So little. But at least there a few small things that I can keep doing for the rest of my life. When I think about how much time I might have, if I make it safely to whenever I’m going to die… I feel like all the little things might count for something.
Heard recently that mixing a pound of sugar into a ton of concrete will prevent the concrete from setting properly. I want to see if this is true.
Also recently heard about a man who decided to kill himself. But before he went through with it, he figured he might as well do all of the things that he’s always wished he could do but had been too afraid, since it didn’t matter now because he was going to die anyway. He made a list of things. And by the time he got to the end of the list, he no longer wanted to die.
The world doesn’t stop for anyone, and there is never going to be a time when you’re completely ready to do the thing that you’re afraid to do. Return the fucking library book that has been sitting on your nightstand for eleven months, you dumbass
I hope it’s a good night.