was that the real art in this world is in being a fucking human being.
In having emotions and opinions and doubts and fears and taking all of your shit, all of your baggage, and trekking through time and space anyways without letting it break you in two.
Still stirring your coffee.
Still stopping at a fender bender and rolling down your window to ask if everyone’s okay.
How relentlessly unique is that?
How painstakingly, soul-blindingly romantic and perfect is that?
Few people notice that.
i don’t know… how painstakingly, soul-blindingly romantic is it!?