'it is clear from your impact your are dear but it's not the fact the you've gone it's the fact you were here'
Art & Language, Untitled Painting, 1965—mirrors mounted on canvas, 30x61cm.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
(Source: chic-cactus, via fragile-tide)
"If you can’t love yourself, I guess that’s it then."
you meet someone, over time you become closer and fond of eachother. soon they become one of the most important beings in your life; that i find amazing.