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The sand in Okinawa, Japan contains thousands of tiny “stars”. These “grains of sand” are actually exoskeletons of marine protozoa, which lived on the ocean floor 550 million years ago.

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“You don’t find your worth in someone. You find your worth within yourself and then find someone who’s worthy of you. Remember that.”

— Unknown

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you leap into my arms, cat raised in the warm belly of the sun.

you jump easily without strain. no matted fur, red eyes.

a truly good thing.

and I can see the ending all the way from the beginning. the way frost gathers at the birth of november.

the emptiness I'll feel. the lightness in your chest.

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Seraphine Saintclair, “Song Swept Rapture”

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“During our first forays out as a couple, I blushed a lot, felt dizzy with my luck, unable to contain the nearly exploding fact that I’ve so obviously gotten everything I’d ever wanted, everything there was to get. Handsome, brilliant, quick-witted, articulate, forceful, you”

— Maggie Nelson. Libro: The Argonauts

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“That’s the way it is: If two people want to be together, they’ll find a way. They’ll forge a way.”

— Shobha Rao, An Unrestored Woman: And Other Stories

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Ask Polly: Help! I'm the Loneliest Person in the World! by Heather Havrilesky

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Heather Havrilesky (Ask Polly) | Mary Oliver

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— James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

Text ID: Sometimes I thought / but this is your life. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting. Or I thought / I will never let him touch me again. Then / when he touched me / I thought / it doesn't matter / it is only the body / it will soon be over. When it was over / I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing / and dreamed of the touch of hands / of Giovanni's hands / or anybody's hands / hands which will have the power to crush me / and make me whole again.

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i dont wanna be myself, i wanna be your baby. wanna slip under your watchful eye, wanna hear you tell me what to do

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i want to harden my heart against the weather. to say its been enough and leave only some sort of stoic carcass behind, to show up to places pale and unmoved.

i want you to put the bullet in my mouth and bring my jaw together hard. i want you to betray me in the worst places.

you have to leave me, so i can live the way of the warning signs. so i can breathe fully alone and unbothered

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“are you / going to / save me? or just hold me down? am I / just another thing to kill? am I / anything at all?”

— Yves Olade, from The Miracle Mille; Bloodsport, 2017

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And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

— of sunlight, and your hand in mine.

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is it gonna happen?

unknow / @ell-hs / @rumiensze / Anne Carson ,The Beauty of the Husband / Isle of Dogs (2018) / @ell-hs