• dusty_dandelion 16w

    You know, this is the thing about people; they are sick of being around themselves for so long. They knows their stories and it's boring to them.
    But I believe it's not something we live for,
    there's always this someone somewhere who's living right now who is going to listen to ours;
    and being with them gives your stories querencia.
    And when it does, you eyes stare them not enough to get all at once, but a long time.
    Or else we wouldn't call it a life, would we?

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