WHEN SOMEONE TELLS ME THEY LOVE CATS
Love is a river which flows in all directions. That which is endless, destined to be bound in finite beings. It is neither the means or end, cause nor effect. But rather like the flame and its opposite is only a lack thereof. To find it in its purest is to commit suicide, for the thin layer of who dissipates. And most mortals seek to snuff out the bearers of humility and wisdom for they fear the ultimate. Afraid and obsessed with their finite and vitam. Mere children, we will walk the tightrope of primitivism til our ephemeral existence fades.
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| — | My best friend wrote this and he is obviously quite talented! |
You know what the best feeling in the world is? Having a best friend, that one person who loves you and never judges you no matter what you matter how badly you fuck up. Someone who you have endless conversations with and can communicate by just using your eyes. That one person who just walks in your house, opens the fridge and grabs whatever they want out. Lastly it’s that person who knows so much about you that they could ruin your life in a second. But you trust them with your life, and you know that they will never ever do that no matter what.
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| — | (via wordsandlyrics) |
