#they make me cry
paulkins is about how amazing and terrifying chance is, okay, they’re about how you never know what’s going to happen and how much time you’ll get with someone, it’s about something good being cut short or interrupted entirely
maybe the world will end the day after you meet someone you could’ve loved, and you’ll never get to know
maybe you will get to, but only for a few months
maybe your fucking artificial doubles will prevent you from ever meeting and get together themselves, living out the connection without you, that one’s a bit of a stretch but you know what I’m getting at-
paulkins is about stolen time and never getting enough of it, but loving what you got to have anyway. they’ll never get enough time maybe they’ll never really get any, but does anyone? isn’t it enough that we get any time at all? isn’t the briefest, most uncertain thing just as beautiful as eternity?
i might just be in love with you
