“But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I are really happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.”
— Ian Thomas, The Moment My Skin Brushed Against Yours (via k—swan)

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she didnt break the fourth wall she motherfucking punched a hole in it

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