I just think life is meaningless altogether, most of the time. Yes, there is beauty in the moment, but beyond that? People come and go and you can never count on anyone, and life is just life; a mystery, and ultimately meaningless. The meaning is in the creation, and the creation is a human construct; and people just make up stuff in order to get through life.
René Vernor, Anything is Possible (via in-finitus)
I just want someone to make me laugh, pull me in and kiss me on the forehead again, and tell me that I’m alright, and that I’m good enough.
