Can true insiders exist?
People who truly live within the world of their friendships and acquaintances? Who are merely what they do, and who they are connected to.
I have met people, nice people, who approach that level of depravity, but when dug at enough, when pushed further, it appears that there exists even within them a degree to which even they feel like an outsider. They may not state it as such, for them this feeling of being an outsider – the fly in their heart they can not squash – comes across as drama – as a melodramatic frustration.
I just.. THIS SENTENCE WILL IGNITE AND FUEL MANY DREAMS
I have scrolled down this about 5 times and it has almost made me cry every time omg
what if doorbells went dong ding instead of ding dong
don’t say something like that