DO NOT BITE THE SUN, TRAVELER.

toomuchtori-deactivated20101226 asked: Do you think that happiness is something that you can find? Something that you can look for and all of a sudden stumble upon? Or do you think it's something that sneaks up on you? People say that appreciating the simple things will help to make you happy, what is a simple thing?

This question has been sitting in my log for months now, because I’ve still been trying to think up a proper good answer for it.

It’d be wrong to leave it alone and untended to, so I’m posting it here, still unanswered.

Happiness is both simple and complex, but for me, so far, it has always been transient, and maybe that’s the way it’ll always be.

I think it’s also different for every person.

Regardless…

I’m posting this, so anyone who stumbles across here, can think about this question, and maybe answer it for themselves.

Find what makes you happy.

No matter who you are or what you’ve done.

That’s the purpose of life; to live and experience life and learn from those experiences, but most of all, to enjoy it, because there’s no point if you’re not enjoying the ride.

That’s all.

Love to you all.

<3 <3

This one has played its part….

…but now I’m closing the chapter of this book.

Anyone who wants the url to my new blog, can send me a message asking for it, so long as they don’t post it. 

To everyone else—thank you for following along.

Good bye.

partiallyimpartial asked: I know I don't have a right to say anything since we don't talk on a regular basis [or really at all since we are strangers and I like that. xD] and never really knew each other too much back in the day. And it is creepy for me to read your posts, but that's what we all do here on tumblr, so I figure it's okay.
I just wanted to say that you're doing a good job of being a human being. Keep it up.

<3 <3

It’s a long hard battle.

It’s a battle uphill.

In the mud.

With barbed wire clawing at my legs.

I feel stiff and my eyes are dry.

My chest feels like a cage.

Dry bones filled with dust.

Nothing quite like hitting home.

I don’t expect you to love me anymore.

Not the way you used to.

But I wish you still cared about me as a person,

the way I still care about you.

Still care about your well-being.

I am happy for you, some of the time.

I don’t know if it’s just…her, for why I can’t be happy for you all the time. I just can’t stand her.

But I’ll never really know if, if it was someone else, it’d be better.

But it’s okay.

I’m letting go.

I’m trying anyway.

I’m prying each finger loose one at a time.

You’ve hit home. You know—

you said you’d never want someone to live with hate,

but love,

apathy is one step crueler. 

Didn’t you know?

Ah.

Well.

People move on.

People leave.

Relationships…are transient, after all.

And that’s all there is to it.

I feel like you’ve left a brick where my soul used to be.

I really did think you were my soulmate.

I wish I never did.

I wish I never loved you.

You weren’t worth it.

Beautiful and complex and simple and stupid as you are.

Safe and dangerous as you are.

Good and bad as you are,

in the end,

you 

weren’t

worth it.

Congratulations.

Good bye.

partiallyimpartial asked: I know I don't have a right to say anything since we don't talk on a regular basis [or really at all since we are strangers and I like that. xD] and never really knew each other too much back in the day. And it is creepy for me to read your posts, but that's what we all do here on tumblr, so I figure it's okay.
I just wanted to say that you're doing a good job of being a human being. Keep it up.

<3 <3

Actually, on second thought—screw that.

I’m not going to be you.

I’m better than this bullshit.

Good bye, silly boy. 
Keep running, keep your eyes on the road.

P.s. If you actually want to hide, you ought to get your pet to change her URL as well, or at the very least, stop reblogging you.
You’re ridiculously easy to find. 

If you want me to fuck off, you’ll have to say it to my face, Fireheart.

Otherwise, I’ll say back to you what you said to me:

If I choose to check on you, it’s my business, and my choice.

You don’t want me checking on you?

Make it private, or take it down.

Or, you could just do what you do best and keep running.
Now I’m just doing it because you’re giving me a challenge,
and challenges are a distraction, and entertainment.

If you’ve got some sort of emotional or mental reason for wanting me to fuck off, though, aside from, “it’s for the best” or some skewed sense of duty, I’ll stop.
For old time’s sake.

Otherwise, keep it up.

Cheers.