I’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they wont’ just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we’ll be joined so tight…
— Philp Pullman, His Dark Materials Trilogy. (via ethereal-sapphire)
People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it.
