“Listen, I am 6,000 miles from my home in London, on the road. I, I, I sell restaurant supplies and…Look, I know that it’s a long shot, but there’s some photos in the phone, and I need to see them. There’s someone in them that I, I’m not ever going to see again. My daughter — she died a year ago today. March 18.”

Jan 27 -

“Listen, I am 6,000 miles from my home in London, on the road. I, I, I sell restaurant supplies and…Look, I know that it’s a long shot, but there’s some photos in the phone, and I need to see them. There’s someone in them that I, I’m not ever going to see again. My daughter — she died a year ago today. March 18.”

(via princesaskater)

7 billion people on a tiny planet, suspended in the vastness of space, all alone. How we make sense of that is the great mystery of our frail existence. Maybe it’s being alone in the universe that holds us all together, keeps us needing one another in the smallest of ways, creating a quantum entanglement of you, of me, of us. And if that’s really true, then we live in a world where anything is possible.