Do you know where the wild Things go?

teknonerd:

If you don’t love Bill Watterson, then you are wrong.

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Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential — as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.

You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.

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- Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
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isn’t it all about perspective though, really? today I woke up and got some news that made me decide that today was going to be a bad day. and so crowds annoyed me more, and so the girls laughing raucously on the backseat of the bus made me feel entirely unempathetic, and so I could feel my friends fading a little under the weight of my rants. today I think maybe I decided that people are selfish and are ultimately looking out for themselves, and honestly I still think that is true. And everyone is walking around the city and if someone laughs or smiles to him or herself its such a rarity that it warms you, despite how cold you’re feeling. today I decided that people judge too fast, and place themselves inferior or superior to people on first glace, and make assumptions that should never be built to last. but when I came home I was tired. I was so tired from my cynicism and fury and annoyance that I felt like I couldn’t relate. But then I remembered some more parts of today. I remembered the sincere gratefulness of the elderly tourists on the bus when I gave them directions. I remembered everyone who listened to me and built me up again. I remembered the look in a girls eye in class when we were discussing and felt like we were really on the same page. I remember my friends face when she was trying to make me laugh as I spat out my noodles. And these little things, while they seem to pale under the weight of destructive thoughts, can lighten the load if you let them, and these things would have been the things I’d remembered if I had only woke up and decided to let them. If I had decided to know who I was today, and make that person unshakable, and perhaps be the friend with the funny face or the girl on the same page to someone else. I think you need to wake up and be willing and ready to see the small joys of a day, because if you collect enough, they become your day. And if you collect enough days, they become your life. 

mothurs:

friend: you look stressed
me: haha yeah it’s the stress

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desbreaux:

umbrizaphiriz:

THE A C C E N T OMG

IHTZ TEW LAHTE AHH WEH’RE FLYN AWAIE

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