Mountains don’t make me want to climb them, rain doesn’t make me want to dance and birds don’t make me want to fly. I just want to spend my life pushing wood in total oblivion, feeling just a tinge of happiness every time I win and great depression when I lose

One of the greatest tragedies of human life is that, unlike in rom-coms, love is often not reciprocated in real life.

It’s only by not doing anything that you realize the worthlessness of whatever you’d have otherwise been doing.

Sweet death is after all what releases us from the misery that is life.

Mountains don’t make me want to climb them, rain doesn’t make me want to dance and birds don’t make me want to fly. I just want to spend my life pushing wood in total oblivion, feeling just a tinge of happiness every time I win and great depression when I lose.