Oscar Pierre MATHIEU

i hope this reaches the target audience:

hold on for one more night, one more day. appreciate all the little things keeping you connected to the world. tell yourself the end can wait one more day. see how you feel tomorrow. see if you can keep going a while longer.

art by xhs ecinin, found on pinterest

if anyone actually knows the main page of this artist lmk! i can't find anything.

It was looking like one big painting out there this morning.

Joy Sullivan, from "(Luck I)", Instructions for Traveling West

my favorite thing to do with my friends is film them like they're in a documentary when they start doing political discourse in the middle of the hangout

i went on a walk today again and i kept thinking about how the more you try to control what happens in your life, the more unhappy you will be with it. at least up to a certain point. the more you think you know what you want, the unhappier you will be once you get it and realize what the reality of living with it is like.

society is so fixated on finding your purpose, reaching goals and achievements but that's mainly because we're scared of dying and realizing how miniscule our existence really is in the grand scheme of things. that's one of the main reasons why so many people wanna be remembered for something. and there's nothing wrong with wanting that but there's also nothing wrong with not finding your purpose, or just achieving things that society deems "small" or "unimportant". if it's important to you then it matters. our baseline purpose is to just live our lives and exist. anything else on top of that is a bonus, but not necessary.

if i learned one thing in my almost 30 years of existing, it's that during the course of your life you will realize the ways in which you will reach your goals or find your purpose will be different than you imagined. the less you resist that truth, the less you will be worried about the future and the more at peace you will feel with your existence.

Frederick W. Hutchison - Perilerin Dansı

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters