The existential ramifications of living at home for too long are paid in installments of a burning emotional rent. It’s like, “Hey, can I write you a check for 3 months of being 22-years old that I’ll never get back again?”
I will be surrounded by an abundance of immeasurable creative talent.
Kerouac abused Benzedrine, which was the 1950s answer to Adderall and he allegedly bashed out On The Road in a three-week bender with the aid of Margaritas.
You’re going to have good days and bad days but keep going and stay on the ride.
It’s a very specific kind of modern crisis, feeling stuck but not lost or feeling free but with no direction.
9. Instagram literally puts filters on our lives. You can play the game all you want but there are no winners here, just losers who need you to validate their brunch.