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There are moments when I think I really have it figured out - something specific, like my aspirations, my definition of love, what it is I find fulfilling. Then there are days when I question whether it’s all illusory and predicated on false notions of happiness, and satisfaction. Am I really just a product of society? Might I really be happier leading a simpler life? What is the driver for more, other than a desire to see what more there is? How can I know, either way? I wish I could live every possible permutation before I had to decide the best way to live. Is every decision, no matter how well thought out, really just a shot in the dark? I don’t want to wake up one day just to realise I have been living someone else’s definition of a meaningful life.

this happens way more frequently than you think, i assure you

Well if you frickers stopped literally presenting soap as deli food maybe it wouldnt happen?

who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese

who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese

If Edna dissed me like that I’d have to throw my whole self in the trash out of shame.