What do we know about our parents, and what do they know about us? And if we don’t even know the individuals who have accompanied us since birth—we not them and they not us—then what do we know about anyone at all? Don’t I have to imagine, from that perspective, that anyone is capable of anything, even the most heinous crime? On what or whom, on which truths, can one ultimately depend? Are there individuals I can trust unconditionally? Can there ever be such a person?
The Art of Hearing Heartbeats by Jan-Philipp Sendker
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Here. Here is simple and happy. That’s what I meant to give you.
beluga whales are so fuckin cute they’re always happy and smiling like
hey friend !
looook they are FRIENDS!!!!!
they are growing old together still smiling i am gonna crY