mike mills ripped out my heart and then smacked me across the face with it
there is something so painfully beautiful, so wonderfully sad and hopeful all at once. the constant reminder of the greater universe surrounding small human circumstances. this is what the sun looks like, this is who the president was. some of it changes and some of it doesn’t. it’s up to us to decide which we will choose, because isn’t deciding our own fates are doomed a choice in itself?
the way one love can remind us of all the love in our lives.