I wish Amy Winehouse would come back to life and appear in front of me if only for a few minutes. That way I could hug and kiss her and tell her how wonderful and talented and beautiful she was and that even though she was an addict, she didn’t need drugs, because she was perfect exactly the way she was and that myself and many others will love her, her music, and the message she portrayed for generations.
"That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too."
do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking
I actually think this every day.
FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE