Reblog If You're Shorter Than 5'8.

Reblog if you're shorter than 5'8.

wow i can’t date jk bc who would ask for extra sauce at mcdonald’s? neither of us so that’s scrapped

Good stuff.

The planet has been commodified by capitalism, and quite frankly I’m upset about it.

I have never in my life met Heath Ledger, but from what the internet has provided me, I know this much. He was quoted to have said that people always ask about your house, your career and whether you’re married, but no one ever asks if you’re happy.

I think about that a lot, which is probably why I make the effort to make sure the people around me are okay.

Earlier today, I asked my dad if he thought I was funny. He said no, which made me sad. But what he said afterwards really made me happy. He said, “you may not be funny, like your brother, but you’re a lovely person. I’d take a good human being over a clown any day.”

Sometimes I don’t even think I am a good person, or a nice person. I don’t know what I think of myself half of the time, or what to make of myself. I don’t even know if what I’m doing now is going to help me at all, and that’s slightly terrifying.

If I died right now, how would you remember me?

When I die, because everyone does, I’m not going to take my wealth with me, or my material possessions. No one will remember how much I made, or how much I will make. So why should it matter?

I could just go live in the mountains, and live off what God provided for us. But no. We’re stuck in this continuous loop of working hard to achieve the next best thing. What is the next best thing?

People will remember me, if they remember me, for the difference I made and who I am as a person, but capitalism and living for The Man has made us believe that we need these material objects to feel worth and happiness. The day humanity gets back to its roots will be a great day.

You do not know a struggle until you have to explain why you know your boss' eyes are blue, to your coworkers.