Fantasy Or Dystopian? Banana Bread Or Pumpkin Bread? Tea Or Coffee? Tarot Or Oracle? Thunderstorm Days

fantasy or dystopian? banana bread or pumpkin bread? tea or coffee? tarot or oracle? thunderstorm days at home or sunny days at a market? strawberries or blueberries? oversized sweaters or oversized graphic t-shirts? smell of rain or smell of bonfires? hardcover or paperback? ice cream or frozen yogurt?

everyday i wake up and plan on doing Things but then i just

reblog this post and put in the tags what drink you would have someone bring you when you pressed a button on your desk mine would be coconut lacroix

he’s beaming away at geno joking around off camera!! i believe

Hey, take it from someone creeping towards 40:

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

And likewise, let other people live their lives. We’re all dead in the long run, so tend your own garden before you become fertilizer in it.