Moon and Star Stuff |
Science. Poetry. |
xkcd.com presentes this image that shows all known planets, including those in our solar system. Click image for larger version.
This dramatic telephoto view across the Black Sea on June 6 finds Venus rising with the Sun, the planet in silhouette against a ruddy and ragged solar disk. Of course, the reddened light is due to scattering in planet Earth’s atmosphere and the rare transit of Venus didn’t influence the strangely shaped and distorted Sun. (Photo: Emil Ivanov via NASA APOD)
(via itsfullofstars)
Look! I bear into this room a platter piled high with the rage my mother felt toward my father! Yes, it’s diamonds now. It’s pearls, public humiliation, an angry dime-store clerk, a man passed out at the train station, a girl at the bookstore determined to read every fucking magazine on this shelf for free. They tell us that most of the billions of worlds beyond ours are simply desolate oceanless forfeits in space. But logic tells us there must be operas, there have to be car accidents cloaked in that fog. Down here, God just spit on a rock, and it became a geologist. God punched a hole in the drywall on Earth and pulled out of that darkness another god. She —
just kept her thoughts to herself. She just —
followed him around the house, and every time he turned a light on, she turned it off.
When all the planets are aligning
For an afternoon that’s never ending
Call on me, call on me, call on me
this song this song this song
i sincerely hope every single man mourning the “loss” of angelina jolie’s breasts trips and falls on a butcher knife
Angelina Jolie announces a double mastectomy to save her life, people get fucking pissed and act like she’s lost everything...
My “warning label” of sorts.
This is probably what my student file said in elementary school.
Reblogging again. Because reasons.
Jen Stark - Abyss (2011) - Hand-cut paper, wood, foamcore, glue and light
casually being online at the same time as someone you want to talk to hoping they get the nonexistent hint
This is literally...
Day Job of Poets.
