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I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (2005)

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The greatest dialogue in history.

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how do i say “i want to leave lipstick marks on the inside of your thighs” with just a look

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Consider that you can see less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum and hear less than 1% of the acoustic spectrum. As you read this, you are traveling at 220 km/sec across the galaxy. 90% of the cells in your body carry their own microbial DNA and are not “you.” The atoms in your body are 99.9999999999999999% empty space and none of them are the ones you were born with, but they all originated in the belly of a star. Human beings have 46 chromosomes, 2 less than the common potato. The existence of the rainbow depends on the conical photoreceptors in your eyes; to animals without cones, the rainbow does not exist. So you don’t just look at a rainbow, you create it. This is pretty amazing, especially considering that all the beautiful colors you see represent less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum.���

NASA Lunar Science Institute, We Originated in the Belly of a Star, 2012. (via setbabiesonfire)

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The Big Yawn

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Pressed Leaf and Flower Wall Hangings and Coasters by kmpressed on Etsy

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An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

My new book “The Creeps” is available now from your local bookstore, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository, iBooks, IndieBound, and wherever books are sold. You can find more information here.

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A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Richard Flanagan (via in-the-middle-of-a-daydream)

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Yayoi Kusama

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Forest edge by Keartona on Flickr.

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why you didn't "lose" your virginity

Search parties are for objects that have been lost and need to be found again, like missing dogs that could easily have been run over by a car, or a toddler’s favorite rattle, or the key to the garage, or a treasured old letter from one grandparent to another, and so on. They’re something to be carried out with much fuss and ado and huge flashlights that can cover acres of territory at a time, or flags to plant into the ground that mark the traveled path so it isn’t needlessly re-crossed.

They’re not for finding that “thing” your boyfriend or girlfriend supposedly took from you in the backseat of a car or spread out on a picnic blanket, or even on the dining room table hours after the Thanksgiving meal had been served and everyone had gone off to bed. Search parties aren’t for sticking a flashlight between your legs and shining it down on the most “delicate” parts just to check whether anything is missing.

When you have sex with someone else for the first time, you don’t immediately make an appointment to go file a missing person’s report, except for your virginity and not a person, as soon as the deed is done. Instead you probably cuddle together for awhile before drifting off to sleep, or make awkward eye contact while hastily putting on clothes that were torn off just as quickly, or even shout “I’ll text you!” before rushing out the door as fast as you can.

You didn’t lose anything. Nothing changed. Some magical puzzle piece hidden inside your body didn’t just float out of place and drift into another orbit- you might be sore, but nothing is irreparably damaged or entirely broken or even gone altogether.

The idea that you “lost” your virginity is ridiculous. Virginity isn’t a gift that can be wrapped up in a big red bow and handed off to someone else who willingly unwraps it with a big smile on their face like kids do when they get their favorite Christmas present. Virginity is a mutual agreement between two people who decide that one of them, or maybe both, is going to do something for the first time, and that hopefully they will be better off because of that decision.

There’s no fine print or disclaimer or boxes to check that shout, “Be warned- the activity you’re about to engage in might leave you with fewer parts or pieces of your soul than you started with!”

The only thing you might lose when you have sex for the first time is a pair of underwear or a t-shirt or even some floral sheets that got so stained they had to be stuffed in the trashcan behind the house. You don’t lose any integral part of yourself. All the soul matter that was floating around inside you before you took off your clothes is still there, just as beautiful and complicated and glittery as before.

Nothing was stolen from you; nothing was given away. A house whose windows are opened for the first time does not lose its framework or its beams; it simply becomes accustomed on an intimate level to the outside world. A poem that is read aloud for the first time does not lose its meaning; it simply attaches itself to the tongues and ears and eyes of those who come in contact with it.

Saying that you “lost” your virginity when you had sex for the first time is like saying that the Earth lost some of its earthliness the first time it orbited around the Sun.

So instead of doing a mental pat-down of your soul to make sure all the pieces and parts are still in order after the deed is done, focus on the pleasure of the physical pat-down you were given by your partner instead.

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