I wish I could bottle up the feeling of having your friends over for dinner on the porch and everyone is laughing and they stay way late even though we all work tomorrow and there’s a little spilled wine on your feet and your face hurts from laughing. I hope I can do this forever
Solar eclipse. Meteor shower. New moon. Planetary alignment. If your nervous system feels like it's shedding three lifetimes... let it.
The old timeline is done.
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
the air quality sucks, the food gives you explosive diarrhea, we have no public transport, medical care is unaffordable, they’re tearing down forests to build AI data centers and I still have to clock in for work
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
"Blame the password sharers" yes blame the common man!! Fight one another!!! Be at odds with your fellow human while the big bosses and ceo's pocket all the cash!!!