wouldn't it be nice

worst part of adulthood so far is definitely the fact that people have the ability to contact me and i have to respond in a timely manner

how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on

today when my coworker went to lunch i said “munch munch it’s time for lunch” and the assistant manager was like “carson do u ever.. think before u say things like that never do that again”

as someone who experiences the passage of time i really relate to this

My dream is to live in a cabin by a lake in the rainy mountains, where I can look outside and see fog drifting silently over the water…but it’s got to have high-speed internet too, or I would die.