How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
"Why do you want this job?"
Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.