Less in the way one moves than in the way one lives.
I’d be lucky to live my life as an octopus, dangerously independent.
I’d be fearlessly unique, unbelievably inhibited.
Each day as a new beginning and each new beginning as a cloud of ink.
Unaware of loneliness, content with the vastness of the ocean.
Floating by, oblivious to the dangers that surround you.
Not only surviving but thriving.
Not only living but loving.
The life of an octopus.
Think he can just come to college with me?
My entire universe right here!
Never have I ever wanted to be anywhere, more than I want to be in that room.
Words can not describe how much I adore these humans.