thank you @tma-incorrectquotes for putting ten thousand scenarios like this on my to-do list.
“Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity; it would not dream, on its long white bones, of turning into song.”
— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “Three Songs”, in West Wind
But then something happened. It happened to me just as it happened to you.
Human eyes can see only a small portion of the range of radiation given off by the objects around us. We call this wide array of radiation the electromagnetic spectrum, and the part we can see visible light.
In the first image, researchers revisited one of Hubble Space Telescope’s most popular sights: the Eagle Nebula’s Pillars of Creation. Here, the pillars are seen in infrared light, which pierces through obscuring dust and gas and unveil a more unfamiliar — but just as amazing — view of the pillars. The entire frame is peppered with bright stars and baby stars are revealed being formed within the pillars themselves. The image on the bottom is the pillars in visible light.
Image Credit: NASA, ESA/Hubble and the Hubble Heritage Team
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why the FUCK is nobody pulling me in by my necktie in an empty boarding school classroom to messily kiss me then call me a pretentious little prick and shove me away as soon as someone walks in?
it’s homophobic is what it is
(mlm only!)
Constellations. A fourteen weeks course in descriptive astronomy. 1870.
Internet Archive
babysitting
““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.
old english word of the day: wordhord, a word-hoard, store of words
The distance between us is nothing compared to the amount of love I feel for you.