The odd thing about life, is that we are all these floating soul things in a sea of disappointment and excitement, we fall into perpetual obsession with other floating soul things and expect them to live our lives and abide by our rules. Floating soul things. Floating soul things that die. We all have these little timers and perfectly orchestrated passings. We have names and numbers and times. And we are okay with that. We are okay with letting ourselves become completely dependent on something that has an expiration date. Possibly before our own expiration dates. I’m not okay with that. I’m really not.
"I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same."
Ten words story: you lost me. (via maisjetaime)