if you spend all day at a fish market, you’ll leave smelling like fish, even if you never touched one
but spend your day in a perfume shop and you’ll carry the scent even if you didn’t buy anything, that’s how environment works. it rubs off, whether you realize it or not. stay around complainers and everything starts to look negative. stay around excuse makers and growth feels optional but get around people who move with purpose, you’ll feel it.
get around people who live in gratitude, you’ll start to see differently. the scent of your environment will always follow you.
after a couple weeks of working out, meal prepping, staying on top of/ahead of my work projects, being present for my friends and family, honoring my self-routines n keeping a clean apt...
this shit is not sustainable at all. lmao
I have control over these little beautiful things. I choose to drown them in beer and nicotine and stress them out by reading 5 books a month all called You’re Fucked: Powerless and Alone in the 21st century. Once every few weeks I’ll be in a good mood. A kind of false respite
Just saw the phrase “dead men can’t rape” which made me think of “dead girls can’t say no” which made me think about the zizek rant about “perfect sex” which made me think maybe the “perfect sex” is two people laying dead beside eachother without tension or pressure