Pastel bats and metal cats.

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dirty-little-freakk:

This is what I want to live in.

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Day 1 and 2 by Kyle LaMar

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"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again."

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betype:

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“Do you remember the rare bee I was given? Osmia avosetta is its own species, which means it should not be able to reproduce with other kinds of bees. And yet, nature is infinitely wily.”“So, box bee got another bee pregnant?”“Quite so. Which means, they should be reclassified as an entirely new species. First newborn of which is about to crawl its way into sunlight. As the discoverer of the species, the privilege of naming the creatures falls to me. Allow me to introduce you to Euglassia Watsonia.”“You named a bee after me? … You named a bee after me.”“Should be dozens more within the hour. If you’d like, I could come and get you once they’re all here.”“That’s all right. I think I’ll just watch.”

“Do you remember the rare bee I was given? Osmia avosetta is its own species, which means it should not be able to reproduce with other kinds of bees. And yet, nature is infinitely wily.”
“So, box bee got another bee pregnant?”
“Quite so. Which means, they should be reclassified as an entirely new species. First newborn of which is about to crawl its way into sunlight. As the discoverer of the species, the privilege of naming the creatures falls to me. Allow me to introduce you to Euglassia Watsonia.”
“You named a bee after me? … You named a bee after me.”
“Should be dozens more within the hour. If you’d like, I could come and get you once they’re all here.”
“That’s all right. I think I’ll just watch.”

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yanilavigne:

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"You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up, and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line, you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, and you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time."

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