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My life is honestly just a series of miracles; big and small, one at a time.
Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie in ‘A Bit of Fry and Laurie’ (x)
heartworm
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
I experience at least one thing every single day that simply blows my mind.
I don’t know whether it is that miracles literally happen around me everyday, or that I am just incredibly in tune to, and amazed by, life.
To be honest, I think either is a great reason to be alive.
Spent the day with Mooch today.
That is always a day well spent.
Last night, I had a very strange dream. It was extremely short, but incredibly vivid. I met a friend whom I’m not particularly close to; we don’t really talk, but I do enjoy his company. I leaned in to hug him and after a second, I found I couldn’t let go. I deepened the hug, squeezing this person tighter and he just went along with it, squeezing right back. Everything was silent and there was nothing around us but blackness. After a few long minutes, he said “Now, we are one. You can feel everything I can feel.” And I immediately felt a huge thump in my chest. The force of our combined heartbeats shook me all over. I was so overwhelmed, I started to cry.
When I woke up, I realised that this dream wasn’t about that particular person at all. It could have been anyone. I just want to fuse so entirely with someone (and I don’t mean romantically) that I have no idea anymore which one of the two I am.
I would also really like a very long, very satisfying hug.
