EASY/LUCKY/FREE.

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.

Collecting books is great until you have to move all of them at once and realize that every one of the little bastards weigh about as much as a brick and collectively have the mass of a neutron star

it’s hot as fuck when someone isn’t afraid to show how much they want you

macarons are deeply fascinating to me. it’s such a precise science with so many highly sensitive variables. all to create a pastry that isnt that good