Hear me out: I hate the notion of people being whole on their own. That’s bullshit. You’re a whole person, sure – the heart, the brain, the lungs, the body – right, technically, you’re a complete, whole person. But you lose things, growing up. Parts you’ve given to the wrong people. Parts that were taken from you. What we need isn’t this idea that we can be perfectly happy in a fucking cave in the middle of the mountains by ourselves – what we need is the idea that you can be cracked, hurt, torn apart, and there is still someone whose cracks mirror yours. Whose body is torn in the only places yours isn’t. People make each other whole. Nobody wants to be alone.
from Where the Kids Are by twelveclara (via twelveclara)