
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
(Source: aliciajustine, via elizabethtown)
If I know only one thing It’s that every thing that I see Of the world outside...so...
HOLY CRAP IS THIS REAL LIFE?????