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i really like long-distance domesticity. like, when you get into the habit of saying good morning and goodnight to someone, telling someone your plans for the day not because they’re remarkable but so they’ll know what you’re up to, telling someone where you’re going, if you’ll be drinking, when you’ll be home, asking someone if they’ve eaten or showered or slept or taken their meds, that kind of thing. just the habitual knowledge of another person’s life over a space of hundreds or thousands of miles. that’s cool
me: I have clinical anxiety and depression and it often limits me from achieving my goals
adults: um.... okay... but can u explain why ur lazy...
"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken."
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via thewastedgeneration)
i want someone to just be happy over me. happy to see me. happy to hear me. happy to know me.