IT’S JANUARY THIRD TWO THOUSAND AND FOURTEEN AND I AM A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON THAN DECEMBER THIRTY FIRST TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN, I SWEAR. The New Year always brings out the best in us; at …
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I’ve been quiet. I click “next” on my tumblr page and I’ve reached the summer. I haven’t gone through more than 10 pages of tumblr since mid-August. I go multiple days without tweeting.
All of this…and I think something is wrong.
Sick. Sick how I think it’s wrong that I no longer waste my time scrolling through tumblr. Sick how I think it’s wrong that I don’t update people on my life all the time. I don’t need that validation anymore. I don’t need recognition.
Transcendence. I’ve reached it.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via seananigans)
I am happiest when everyone is asleep.