Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And of course stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via pratfall)
(via iyachlo)
ive been around couples aaaall day, and im just there like ‘yeah i’ll hug myself bitch’
