“How do you wash away the things that you’ve done?”
“You don’t, you just learn to live with it.”
i’d like to formally apologize to anyone i’ve disappointed with my terrible friendship skills
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god