I swam out really far by myself to this little island of rocks and it was so clear you could see an entire underwater world with fish and crabs and anemones and when you play music underwater it sounds so beautiful and it resonates and I swear the fish were dancing. God, have you seen the Adriatic? It’s a shade of blue that can’t possibly exist.
i.e. people who seem so sincere and genuine and hilarious and understand that life is a big charade and that they shouldn’t take it seriously— people who I may have only been around a few times but have managed to make a somewhat legitimate impact on me; people who seem to have an admirable enthusiasm about life; people whose qualities I hope rub off on me.
I want to talk to the 4am you. The you that opens up and exposes all of your feelings. The fragile you that you hide away from everybody so well all day. I want to listen to your adventurous dreams, and how you see your life in 10 years time. I want to listen to the passion in the words that roll off your tongue as you speak.