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Heyyyy. You should be outside, lil’ fella.
—Me to a moth. (via fuckingickyricky)
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Slow pan over a 3D rendered Times Square, cue Kanye West song.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ophiucha)
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with an apple balancing on her head, Suzy went to the supermarket.
people gave her strange faces and were slightly confused,
but not one of them could have performed such a task.
you don’t have to get good at balancing apples on your head,
and you don’t HAVE to get good at anything.
really you just have to be happy.
being happy is
harder
than it sounds.
and there are tons of these little tasks i feel like i need to be able to perform before i can really be happy.
there are tons of signs that the universe has given me to get it into my stupid head that this was a good year…
- i got good grades this semester
- made lots of friends
- got an award and $100 for excelling as a music student
- made my mom cry as the Old Lady
- had a graduating senior tell me that he’s impressed and jealous of the mark i’ve made here just as a freshman
i’ve noticed these things and i think that they’re great and all but not great enough to be really happy with myself
- my classes were really easy
- how close am i to any of these people really?
- seven other people got the award
- (i guess the last two i’m genuinely proud of without any excuses)
or a few apples and eventually a supermarket.
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