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" I spoke of disintegrating, dissolving into your surroundings. About atoms coming undone from each other, and being freed from yourself.
She was free.
She was free to float upward. There was nothing to stop her. She was floating up through the roof of the car, through the atmosphere, through the stratosphere, into the stars. Into outer space. Her atoms were intermingling with stardust. She was floating up here because this was where she belonged. Her atoms were weaving like thread into the fabric of the universe. Together, they formed a tapestry - a great, infinite tapestry - of stars and nebulae, of death and darkness, of life and creation. Swirling together. Endless.
She was the universe.
And the universe accepted her. "
― Preston Norton , Where I End and You Begin
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" I think,” I said, “that there are so many words and labels for who we can be, and what we can be attracted to, and what we can identify as, that it’s sometimes easy to forget ourselves. The important thing isn’t the word or the label. The important thing is YOU.”
“Me?” said Holden, confused.
“And me,” I said. “And Wynonna. And Imogen. We’re all human beings. I think we’re more complicated than a single word: gay, straight, boy, girl, whatever. Most days, I identify more with a dot in the middle of a blank white page than anything else. And my life could start moving in any direction, and I don’t even know what direction that is! Only that it’s happening. I identify with the blankness. But…I think that’s okay.”
“Because the important thing is you,” said Holden.
I grinned. Returned my attention to the road. “Exactly.”
The important thing was me. "
― Preston Norton , Where I End and You Begin
