and also what am I doing here, I should be somewhere, looking across the sea, having a walk in the forest and climbing rocks but instead I'm here reblogging photographs I wish I'd taken, words I wish I wrote, seeing people go somewhere, wishing, wishing, wishing that I'm the one going places.
"hey bukowski no offense but why dont you take your shirt off in the pool"
"why do we run from the rain but soak in tubs full of water"
"aight take it easy man"
you are not fat
you have fat
you also have fingernails
you are not fingernail
i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous
look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to