i do a thing called what i want

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

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me dying n seeing my life flash before my eyes: ….she’s just like…so dumb

In order to save time in the morning, just drink your coffee the night before!

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Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

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House by the Stream - William Chadwick 1917

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well the internet had a good run

The best relationship is when you can act like lovers and best friends at the same time.

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Have you ever looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing or eating and just smile bc you like them so much