We are made of everyone else.
The thing is, everything I do—I have a faint glimmer that it comes from somewhere else, someone else.
The thing is, everything I do—I have a faint glimmer that it comes from somewhere else, someone else.
interesting. because pica is also the eating disorder that makes people eat things they shouldn’t. like whitewall. and chalk. and paper. and dirt.
because if they don’t, the world may explode.
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.