there's something very peaceful about doing things by yourself that I am glad I grew into being comfortable doing rather than caring about how i'm perceived (bc nobody cares if you're doing something alone and if they do they're a loser)
when i try to picture for myself what a happy life might look like, the picture hasn't changed very much since i was a child— a house with flowers and tress around it, and a river nearby, and a room full of books, and someone there to love me, that's all.
Being an adult means that every few days, you have to spend at least $35. Even if you don’t think you need anything, the universe will manifest something for you to spend $35 on. All must pay.