when someone asks me to go out and i say yes without thinking about my crippling savings account because time is meant to be wasted with friends and money is meant to be spent and the world is meant to be experienced and life is meant to be lived
If you don’t occasionally treat yourself to a day of exploring used bookstores, greenhouses, libraries, cafés, bakeries, botanical gardens, and quiet nature trails, then what’s the point of anything, really?
Most modern billionaires are just so tacky. Go endow a library. Fund research and get your name on a cancer center. Sponsor an eccentric polymath who’s obsessed with marble. Build a museum. Fund public parks. Back climate research. Create something that outlives your ego.
Being rude to me unprovoked really wakes up the menace buried deep inside. Like I choose to live my life on cutie patootie juice but it’s some four loko back here somewhere. Let’s be very clear
all i do is breathe & get whatever the hell i want. there is no person who wouldn’t want me. everything always work out in my favor. undesirable thoughts are powerless. there is no one above me. i am perfection. winning is normal for me & life is always rigged in MY favor