oh internet.

i think our souls are made up of a billion little pieces with little pockets that are filled and emptied to make us feel things. it's amazing to think about how you forget these feelings even exist because what are the chances these particles of yourself would be filled up in exactly the same way they once were, making you feel just that exact way. and you don't even know to miss that you feel that way because the second that feeling leaves, you're already completely taken by the next ones. but now that you're back here, in this pocket, that makes you feel just so, it feels really really familiar. and fantastic.

im feeling really familiar and fantastic.