Laika’s still up there. not her body, sure, but her soul is. i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens. she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn’s ring. she chases comets and bites down on satellites. i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet. passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur. eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames. she bobs through jupiter’s moons like cold moscow streets. up there the stars are a great big field. and look, she’s running so fast. god damn, look at her go.
i know it's been literal years but the surreality of seeing rachel from suits on the news all the time hits me anew every time i see her
THIS is the bear cave painting i was talking about, the line weight, the proportions, the fine details around the face, and the fact that this all had to be drawn from memory, idk man, it’s incredible to me. if i could meet one person from history it’d be the person that painted this bear 30,000 years ago
*copying the thai alphabet* ooh loopies hell yeah this is so cool
*reading typed thai* where are all the loopies
🪄 let’s find happiness!
Close-up of Dumbbell Nebula
Visual Scientist
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your honor in my defense i’m not reading all that shit