@booksociety’s lgbt+ pride event
∟ we are the ants — shaun david hutchinsonDon’t you get it, Henry? I love you. I love you so much, and I know this is all a big joke to you because the world is ending and you don’t think any of this matters, but when it comes to you, it always matters.
“Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love’s only demand is that we fall.” —we are the ants, shaun david hutchinson.
@underratedlitnet event two: film / tv au » ost: we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson
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.
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“we’re not words, henry, we’re people. words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.”— diego to henry, we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson
henry in his thoughts: profound quotes about the stars and the universe and gravity and love, how nothing and everything matters all at once, generally beautiful prose
henry out loud: ends every sentence with “i guess”
“I saw the world from the stars’ point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.”— Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants
Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love’s only demand is that we fall.
diverselit — lgbtqia+ We Are The Ants.
Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep
endless list of favorite reads: we are the ants
I was surrounded by heaven. The sun, the moon, the earth, and all those living stars. They weren’t static like in pictures taken from impossibly far away- they breathed, they glowed. They were future and past, possibility and memory. They were beautiful.
“I never knew there were so many,” I whispered. We are merely pieces of a grander design, even more insignificant than I imagined. When the earth ceases to be, all those stars will shine on. Out deaths will mean nothing to them.
“I feel so small.” No one replied. I wondered as I watched the stars, really seeing them for the first time, whether they could see me, too.