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.
me: whats your opinion on tampons
little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
little brother: why
me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
me: little brother: me: that is a fantastic point