It takes a lot of hate to inflict the sort of tortured discontent that afflicts my generation. Whether we’re willing to admit it, we all feel it, see it, know it intimately. And how could we not? It is this pain which drives us to do more and better than our predecesors which is, ironically, at least partly responsible for this state of perpetual misery in which we find ourselves. Is...
I’m fraying around the edges for want of the words you haven’t written on my heart? That question mark is intentional.
1. give not a single fuck this year. 2. stop all the bad things. 3. start more good things. 4. live life differently.