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Scary…

(I am referring to Rolledtrousers’ caption and not the white tights.)

rolledtrousers:

It won’t always be like this, y’know. 

But for now, it’s going to have to be. Because you’re holding out for something that’s hard enough to find, let alone keep. You’re looking for a microcosm of a microcosm. A group of people that are not only a pretty infinitesimal subset of society, but you’re looking for one specific brand out of that group. You’re aiming at a pretty small target, in other words. And you’re letting off a shot every time you meet someone new. Which means you’re going to miss. 

A lot. 

But there’s a reason you’re holding out hope, right? There’s a reason you’re on the internet, trawling through tumblr, because even though you haven’t found it, and you know what I mean when I say it, because you’re reading this and you’re the type of person who would read this, even though you haven’t found it, you’ve got close enough to it to realise just how sweet it can be. You’ve got some of that fulfilment, and satisfaction, purely through osmosis, touching the ideas and concepts has given you enough of a rush to let you know that the actuality, the physical manifestation of those ideas and concepts, is going to thrust you into the stratosphere.

And that’s why you aim at that tiny, tiny target. And why you hope, every time you let off a shot, that you’re going to land a bullseye. Because you want that sweetness, that overwhelming catharsis and satisfaction. The kind of contentment that makes you high. The kind of love that isn’t like anything else at all. 

You wait because it’ll be worth it, in the end. Even if right now sucks, just a bit.

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