I swear we’re all obsessed with such a little bit, such a small portion of people, times and places. Like those are the prefect examples of what is and what could be and the rest of us need to quit it. Quit living. Quit trying. Like we’re not the ones that are special but I swear, I swear, we are all made the same and we’re the ones worth living for. We’re the ones worth fawning for because we are ourselves without the world telling us that we’re amazing
We are ourselves without the world.