the most splendid of the forbidden fruits of adulthood is like. going to sleep and knowing u can wake up at anytime the next morning. the silk of existence honestly
not to be controversial but i literally don’t care about fancy career goals all i want for myself is peace like i have no desire to be a lawyer or an esteemed intellectual please just give me a beautiful garden and lots of animals and plenty of paint and i’ll happily work at pets at home or cafe nero
The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least.
