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It’s comforting to know that regardless of our vast differences and the light-years that separate our worlds, we’ll always have nipples in common.
Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.”
Grief is an ocean, and guilt the undertow that pulls me beneath the waves and drowns me.
As human beings, we seek meaning in everything. We’re so good at discovering patterns that we see them where they don’t exist.
We may not get to choose how we die, but we can choose how we live.
The universe may forget us, but it doesn’t matter. Because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.
