You know what the first thing of flying is, Little Albatross? Well of course you do. You can read my mind. Love. You can know all the math in the ‘verse, you take a bird in the air you don’t love it’ll shake you just as sure as the worlds turn. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down. Tells you she’s hurting ‘fore she keens. Makes her a home.
(Source: phd-in-horribleness, via browncoatsunite)