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Sometimes I think of atoms as tiny people who are extremely scared and hold hands with each other a lot. I imagine that my body is made of tiny, scared people, and they pick up mugs and books, which are made of other tiny, scared people. And when you sex someone it’s just lots of tiny, scared people holding hands.
I think about the tiny people that are me and I feel less alone.
I’m an army of tiny people, trying their best. Lolito, Ben Brooks.  (via pepperguts)
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