Perfection. It isn’t real. It isn’t human, and Carlos is not perfect. No–even better–he is imperfect. Everything about him, and us, and all of this is… it’s imperfect. And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that too is a part of how love works. It’s not a perfect system, but… oh well.
“Condos”, Welcome To Night Vale (via punkscully)
















