It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.
Never in our silent moments of illusion do we sense the dark parallel that lives next to us. Nor do we suspect the carrier.
The only true borders lie between the universe and parallel universes.
Heaven is a parallel universe.
A parallel universe is just a moment away.
I legit can not parallel park. This is no joke!
A line has no parallel because it is itself the parallel.
Like boarding a train running parallel. That’s what disappearing is.
A child of repeated infinity.
…no matter how advanced the system, no matter how precise, unless we have the will to communicate, there’s no connection. And even supposing the will is there, there are times like now when we don’t...
Parallel lines meet at infinity. Looking back from said point, do parallel lines ever not meet?
I’m your phantom dance partner. I’m your shadow. I’m not anything more.
We’re on the same wavelength. We’re connected that way, even if I’m away from her.
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