Well, I guess it’s time to reset the counter on that sign.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
Everyone else can fuck off because I only want you. I only wanna be wanted by you.
World War II Aircraft Nose Art
Also, the term “bombshell” to describe an attractive women derives from the crews of these bombers painting either the images or the names of pin-up girls on the ordnance.