“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
My stupid horse and his fucking friend just ran right into each other. People used to ride these things into battle. People used to be depended on these beasts for transport and the plowing of fields. People write novels and poems about these morons. Steven Spielberg made an entire movie based on how majestic and proud these creatures are. What a bunch of useless pieces of crap.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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