oh my heavens.
(via moccasins-and-tea)
Yes,
I’m basically reblogging HONY in its entirety tonight. Can’t help it. It’s good.
“I work at the UN. I study happiness, actually.”
“So what’s happiness then?”
“Well it’s very strongly related to income, but only to a certain amount. After about $20,000 a year, it becomes much more dependent on the amount of time we spend with family and friends. This is something we seem to intuitively know at the beginning and end of our lives— but lose sight of in the middle.”
“We ordered her those pants, and as soon as they arrived, she cut off the bottoms and made a pair of gloves.”
“Back in 1978, she came knocking on my door to yell at me for using up three machines in the laundry room. We’ve been friends ever since.”
“The nights you fight best are
when all the weapons are pointed at you,
when all the voices hurl their insults
while the dream is being strangled.The nights you fight best are
when reason gets kicked in the gut,
when the chariots of gloom encircle you.The nights you fight best are
when the laughter of fools fills the air,
when the kiss of death is mistaken for love.The nights you fight best are
when the game is fixed,
when the crowd screams for your blood.The nights you fight best are
on a night like thisas you chase a thousand dark rats from your brain,
as you rise up against the impossible,
as you become a brother to the tender sister of joyand move on
regardless.”
