got a hundred big faces, but i’m still alone
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, as friends or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people througout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest sircumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me belive in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me belive in something
