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a brief love letter to the night sky

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. 

It is believed that Galileo Galilei, one of the greatest pioneers of science in the world, had once spoken those words. Truthfully I think, Galilei must have had no other love in his life if it is true that those words are his to claim. For I had discovered, already at the brittle age of six, that once you have given your love to the night sky, the stars in your heart will leave very little space for any other interests. It was at that age I discovered all the astronomers who have lost themselves in the night sky, in order to help us understand it better. I read books about Galileis' famous fight with the church, about Kepler and Newton, Stephen Hawking and Einstein and their great discoveries about the way our planets and the earth are supposedly aligned in this galaxy. My fascination for the stars never quite wore off, even after I had recognized that I would definitely have to use mathematics to gain any further knowledge.( I have never hated maths for that matter, I was simply not too fond of numbers at the age of ten.) 

But my love for them inevitably expanded, on the very first night of the international lockdown, on the 13. March 2020. There was not a sound outside of my window. It seemed, that even the birds had heard of a deadly virus and had taken their leave. No voices, no lights in the city, no smoke from the industry sites. The only thing that had remained constant, were the stars. 

From that night onwards, I unintentionally made it a habit to sit on my window sill every evening to watch the night sky. Sometimes I would already sit at sundown, eagerly awaiting the darkness, while basking in the light of the star that is nearest to us. Other times I would wait until everyone had gone to sleep and just stare. Stare, until my eyes were watering from the spring coldness and I had to climb down and wait for the next night to come. In these months, I did not only learn the constellations by looking up, but I learned to see my thoughts, learned to look so closely at the sheer endless amount of little sparkling dots, that I would feel my insignificance. I would always remember those nights. 

And not once was I afraid of the silence, the dark. For I had learned to love it, for now, I knew, that there were a thousand sparks alive above me, which were there before I was born and would stay there, long after we will all have left this earth. 

In the end, Galileis' words damned me to a life in which I would never be able to live without longing for the stars.

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Everything Everywhere All at Once.

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in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,

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Portrait de la jeune fille en feu + Paintings

Cafe Lovers by Joseph Lorusso Portrait of a Heart by Christian Schloe The Green Gown by Thomas Edwin Mostyn The Migration Series, Panel No. 55 by Jacob Lawrence Miranda, The Tempest by John William Waterhouse The Two Friends by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec On the Dunes (Lady Shannon and Kitty) by James Jebusa Shannon Two Women in a Bed disturbed by a Cat by Jean Alphonse Roehn Portrait of Edith French by John Singer Sargent Portrait of Madame Seriziat by Jacques-Louis David

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I love looking at old zines, like nothing fucking compares. One my favs is "Shocking Pink", a feminist youth-led magazine published between 1979-1992. (Link to all the zines here.) In it they talk about sexism and access to abortion resources, queer and gender rights, lesbianism and LGBT+ bookshops and all-female bands, racism and historical movements, equality for girls/women in trades and youth-led movements in the midst of Thatcher's Britain. If I could tell anyone looking to research this period I would tell them to read the zines made by the people they want to write about <3

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Im gonna be honest, I only want four more Knives Out films. Specifically so we can get three more girls to become a five man band and the last movie is where Blanc gets framed for murder and Marta, Helen, and the three other girls team up to save their gay best friend with their own special skills like a god damn scooby doo episode.

Marta looking up and checking medical records, Helen doing business stuff. One of the girls was a biology student or gardener and looks through plant species for kinds of poisons. One of them works at a theater and does stupid disguises. One of the girls has a movie where Blanc helps her fuck over the expensive medical companies and finally gets a service dog who helps her find clues in this film.

All the while we cut back to Benny Blanc who's crying about being bored because they are hiding him in an apartment but he is proud of his girls for saving his ass, hyping them up the whole time.

I know this will never happen but a stupid nonbinary bitch can dream...

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Think I found the irl sirius black by likeafunerall (don't know who the ethereal model is sadly, if anyone does, let me know❤️)

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@motswolo the words in this scene did not only touch remus, they grasped my entire soul - thank you mot, for making James's family desi, and for creating a euphemia that healed my inner child a bit ❤️

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saw two elderly men today hand in hand, one smol, dainty, head full of white curls, the other tall in a grey coat, holding onto the other man's arm. My day is made

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brazil; or: a rumination on love, loss, and the silence it leaves behind

insp by art heist, baby! by @otrtbs

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alla mingalёva

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People don't fear regret, they fear the bravery it takes to apologize

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A human's life is quite simple

People turn mad, because they try to search for a complex answer in the unambiguous, while declaring something as simple where universes are to be taken apart.

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There are worse things than stolen bycicles

or missed deadlines.

It is stolen passions

and missed lifetimes

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Like the calm before a storm, yet no storm is to be awaited for

Silenced, a mind so wild, got tamed, got rid of the child

Inside the faint memories, which captured the impossible, which held the power of the world inside a little head

Now dead

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imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy