How the fuck could another human being be made with the same brain as me? How do you exist? Why aren’t we the kind of friends that grew up as neighbors, the kind that spent every summer day and night doing nothing and everything together?

nick-0-las asked: How the fuck could another human being be made with the same brain as me? How do you exist? Why aren't we the kind of friends that grew up as neighbors, the kind that spent every summer day and night doing nothing and everything together?

A lot of that probably has to do with the fact that my dad’s sperm and my mom’s egg were not geographically close to wherever it is you’ve lived. From the sounds of things, it would have been a magical childhood.

The universe can’t handle such a feat.

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