sometimes
it’s hard to pull a good day around
the more you thrash
the harder you sink
i’ve found the best method
is not to hold on tighter
but to gently and thoughtfully
let go
shit happens,
but so does happiness
I’m sick and stressed — wish I could just lay down and enjoy the trees.
If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
— kurt vonnegut, a man without a country
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