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Ten days.

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He’s just a guy who’s so gentle to my soul that I want him around forever.

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Dear Me (at 22),

Hi. It’s me—you, but smaller. The one with scraped knees and big questions. The one who used to laugh without checking if it was too loud. The one who was scared sometimes but didn’t know how to say it.

I remember how we tried to grow up faster so the world would stop hurting. How we acted brave so no one would see the cracks. How we learned to take care of everyone—even when no one was taking care of us.

I want you to know: you did so well. You carried me here. Through the noise, the weight, the quiet ache of being misunderstood. You grew tall with grace and gave me a safe place to rest, even if no one else did.

But now that we’re 22, maybe… maybe you don’t have to carry it all anymore. Maybe you can put some of it down. You don’t have to be the strongest all the time. You don’t have to have all the answers.

It’s okay to feel confused. To want softness. To play, to dream, to rest.

I’m still here inside you, you know. Still curious. Still a little silly. Still believing in stars and good people.

And I’m so proud of you. For surviving. For becoming. For still trying, even when it hurts.

We can still dance to silly songs.

We can still eat cake just because.

We can still be magic.

Love always,

The child you never stopped being

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i’m gonna turn 22 in 6 days. omg omg i’m not ready for it. 22???? it’s such a huge number. oh god.

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There is a moment between the inhale and the exhale where everything pauses—your breath, your thoughts, the noise of the world. In that moment, you exist without expectation. You are not your name, your degree, your future. You are not what you owe to your family or the dreams you’re scared won’t come true. You are not someone’s idea of success or failure. You just are.

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where does beauty exists if no one is looking?

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One Day

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She makes me feel like I’m nothing. And I hate that sometimes, I believe her.

She knows exactly where to cut, exactly which words will leave the deepest scars. And the worst part? She doesn’t even look back to see if I’m bleeding.

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I could scream, I could cry, I could break right in front of her—and she’d still find a way to blame me for it.

She knows exactly where to cut, exactly which words will leave the deepest scars. And the worst part? She doesn’t even look back to see if I’m bleeding.

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She knows exactly where to cut, exactly which words will leave the deepest scars. And the worst part? She doesn’t even look back to see if I’m bleeding.

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"i love you" is old, it's tired.

"i love my motorcycle. it's the purest form of freedom i have ever experienced. it's easily the best purchase of my life and i've never regretted it, not for one second because i love my motorcycle; but ever since i met you, i've been thinking about buying a car" is fun, it's fresh.

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PLS IM IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING 50 FIRST DATES AND IM CRYING, LIKE I HAVENT CRIED WHILE WATCHING A FUCKING MOVIE FOR SO LONG, ITS AHGHGHHHHHHH

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just watched 50 first dates and if you ain't going to be as obsessed with me and in love with me as henry then stay away from me

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But now, the weight of knowledge presses heavy, and exhaustion whispers: Does it even matter?

And yet—look up. The universe is vast, indifferent, stretching far beyond the reach of your hands. You are a fleeting moment, a flicker in cosmic time. But in that flicker, you ask, you wonder, you reach.

Perhaps that is the point.

Not to conquer the unknown, but to chase it. To glimpse, even for a second, the threads that weave reality together. To stand at the edge of understanding, looking outward, knowing you are a part of it all.

A small blip, yes. But a blip that dares to dream of the stars.

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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you give me the answers i have always searched for. you give me purpose. and even when i don’t understand you, even when you frustrate me with paradoxes and uncertainties, i know i could never walk away.

so here i am, physics—forever yours, forever in awe.

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our astrophysics professor while explaining the interstellar dust said “politics is more complex than the physics we’re studying here.” such a cutie he is.