But of course some days I just lie around
and hardly exist
and can’t tell apart what I’m eating
from my hand or my wrist.
Cause flesh is flesh, flesh is flesh is flesh
the difference is thin
but life has a certain ability of breathing new life into me
so I breathe it in
it tells me here you are and here all you are here
and still can make sense
if you just show up and present an honest face
instead of that grin.
And the question is was I more alive than right now?
I happily have to disagree
I laugh more often now…
I cry more often now…
I am more me.
”—Peter Bjorn and John, “Objects Of My Affection” (via martianhammock)
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.