Honestly, I’m just looking to talk to people who are like me. F23.

Honestly, I’m just looking to talk to people who are like me.

The world sometimes feels like a grand, slightly tipsy orchestra — birds chirping offbeat, clouds gossiping in soft grey murmurs, and humans hurrying around pretending to know the rhythm. Tea forgets to stay warm, socks vanish into alternate dimensions, and the moon keeps changing her outfit like she’s got a date she won’t admit to. Yet somehow, in the middle of all this delightful nonsense, everything still manages to hum along — a little crooked, a little magical, and perfectly absurd.