blua: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Friend: Why don't you have a boyfriend?
Me: Because I'm a hot pot of rice who don't need no side dish.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces....– Jim Morrison (via giantnightmares)
Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.– Charlie Chaplin (via domability)
We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing — an actor, a writer — I am a...– Stephen Fry (via rachelshead)