Searching For Happiness

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
ladyofthelake
deadpoetwilde

dear god the sheer magic of being so invested in a book you just sit and read half of it feverishly without any ability to stop, just gulping down word after word like it’s water in a desert and your eyes aren’t fast enough for your mind and when you reach the last page you look up and realize you’re not decades and miles away but in the space of your own room,,,, truly unmatched by any other human experience

thrivingly
joli--coeur

things to normalize:

• having no friends

• spending most of your time/weekends at home

• not wanting to do drugs or drink alcohol

• being single

• struggling with your mental health

• not knowing how to drive or not wanting to drive

• living at home with family

• not wanting children

• not wanting to get married

• going to therapy

• never being in a relationship

• being a virgin

• not being okay/happy all the time

• men being in touch with their emotions/being able to openly express their emotions

• body hair on women

• ethnic features

• introverts/naturally quiet people

• doing things alone/by yourself

• not going to college or a prestigious school

• not wearing any makeup

heilewelt

It surely would make it easier being myself and not trying to fit in half of the time.

dividedskylane
ashstfu

the craziest thing about books is you can pick one up and remember exactly where you read and what you felt like when you read it. maybe it was a summer afternoon and you were sad, maybe it was a school night and you were up much too late and already feeling the next morning’s regret, maybe you read the book right after a fight with your mom and you were angry. and a book brings all those emotions and memories back, even if you don’t remember the story the book actually holds. don’t tell me literature isn’t magic 🪄

chronicowboy
leafdyke

“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at you when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection