#writing#book
Andrew McMillan, from Pandemonium; “for how many years”
[Text ID: “and you opened up / found you could not shut / no matter how long / you screamed in your bed”]
what i think i look like:
what i actually look like:
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just thinking about how pretty biology is- how pretty life is. it's the idea that your body knows. it's how the mRNA can so perfectly navigate itself to the ribosome. it's how your body makes memory cells so you can recover quicker the next time. it's how your body can detect even the tiniest of changes. it's how your body has blood running from your lungs to your feet as you're reading this and you arent even aware of it, how your muscles are contracting and relaxing, how your cells are making proteins, breaking down carbs and don't even realize. it's so comforting to know that each organ of your body, each tissue in the organ, each cell, each organelle-none of it is useless. it exists for a reason. it has a purpose. it's doing so much to give us life. no one will ever care for you as much as your body. and there's nothing more comforting than that.
#post
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.”
— Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
#book
“We are human in good part because of the way we affiliate with other organisms. They are the matrix in which the human mind originated and is permanently rooted, and they offer the challenge and freedom innately sought. To the extent that each person can feel like a naturalist, the old excitement of the untrammeled world will be regained.”
—E.O. Wilson
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“I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.”
— Brian Andreas; Trusting Soul
Children of the Sea, by Djamila Knopf.
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Soul Mates
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.
— Lang Leav