
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic chuckle, a nod of mutual respect, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random and unexceptional but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
We’re gunna live forever. You guys ready?
(Source: keepposi)
The Universe is indifferent. The real question is, what would Jello think of himself? I imagine that at first it would be a very exciting change of pace. He would enjoy no longer being malleable. He would feel strong, ready to bear the weight of anything. I imagine he’d be pleased with the feeling of a solid form for quite some time.
Until the foundation started to shake, and he learned he could no longer dance.