Motivation is overrated. No amount of motivation would’ve gotten me through hours of my accounting textbook. No “vision” is enough to keep me awake til the crack of dawn on an essay that I don’t even know if the professor will check. Discipline is what determines how far you go. On those days when your cute little list of #goals and vision of yourself 5 years from now aren’t enough, discipline will pull you out of bed and get you to work. I wish I knew this in high school because I thought I couldn’t work without motivation. I wasted so much time trying to find purpose before I realized that working now, albeit blindly, will ensure that I could chase any purpose I discover in the future. Sure, motivation is crucial, but it’s not consistent. It’s not reliable. You can only rely on yourself and your grit.
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why the h*ck am i so cold and why isn’t anyone snuggling me and why do grocery stores charge so much for a small amount of ice cream
why did you censor the word h*ck
because it’s a fucking bad word
the fuck is this bullshit
Alexandra (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Kurt Cobain live at “Big Day Out” in 1992 taken by Neil Wallace
Brothers are there for you at 2am when you're stranded in east Medford, but not at 2pm when you're tripping on acid with your friend and need your hula hoops.
The Eagles: Bernie Leadon, Randy Meisner, Don Henley, and Glenn Frey, by Henry Diltz
The more I look at this, the more I can’t stop smiling

