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I am not limited.

what’s the point if all we’re meant to do biologically is reproduce?

I was afraid I’d eat your brains.

life-changing things

it’s so easy to change a life. it could be anyone’s - yours, your friend’s, a lover’s, a teacher’s. a homeless veteran on the street, an addict, your teacher, her mother. his neighbor.

people seem to think that “changing a life” means something profound. well, it is. but not in the way someoneone decided to portray it. it doesn’t require a profound event, and not even a profound intention. not everything big necessarily means or does anything.

changing a life is exactly what it reads like. a small alteration is a change. so is a big one.

if you pick up all the little fabric patches that you, and others, stitched up together to create yourself, all those fabric moments, you’d know what I was talking about.

those fabric moments vary in size.

but the fact that you remember them means nothing less than the reality that they are important, because perception is real, and so is your perception of those moments.

I don’t care how real those moments are, 

or were.

but in the end

when you’re looking at your fabric patches

the faded ones, newly sewn ones, nearly forgotten ones,

all that are mendable and tearable (some more than others) and dyeable-

remember that moments always have the potential

to make it - all the way - into your quilt. 

"Everything is temporary."
— 3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via mandolinaes)

(Source: lunacrystals)