imagine someone being so sure of you that there was never a doubt, that they could be uncertain about everything else in the entire world, that it could all tilt off it’s axis by any number of degrees but they’d still know that it’s you. you when they’re scared and you when they’re angry and you at 2 in the morning when they’re drunk and their entire soul hurts. imagine how safe it would feel knowing that you could be anywhere at anytime, you could be you the you at 17 and you at 37 and you at bitter and cold and fighting and they would still fucking dig up the cement paved streets with their bare hands to choose you. you you you.