our ends are beginnings
"If you’re happy in a dream…does that count? The happiness–does it count?"
-From The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
"I kissed a girl with a broken smile. She tasted like vodka and smelled of blood. You would tell her you loved her and you could never tell if she felt the same or despised you for saying it. She smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, like she was always one step ahead. And oh god, was she. Her replies were always quick and witty as if she already knew what you were going to say. Her nails were always painted black which matched the black eyeliner framing her eyes. Whenever you begged her to stop smoking, she’d look at you with those eyes, those god damn eyes, and kiss you. She never did quit, though. You tried kissing the poison out of her, and all you were left with was rotting lips. She left claw marks on everything she touched, including your heart."
-her laughter made the world around you dissolve and that’s how it felt when she left (via restrictedthoughts
And at the end of the day we’re all chasing the same thing. We all end up in this same room for a reason. We’re part of something. We’re part of something that’s bigger than any single one of us. And it doesn’t stop when we get off stage, it doesn’t stop when we go home.