I’m so irritated with the type of people to act like they’re so victimized by what others say or do yet they do the same things. Just because you’re pretty good at hiding things doesn’t make you a better person. Stop lying to yourself.

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.

(via esnobou)