Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines.
Andrea Dworkin, Our blood: prophecies and discourses on sexual politics (1976)
some times i remember i have to survive another semester of ((biology)) just to get to SPACE !! which is next year,,, it makes me sad
good one @nasa
honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible
nathaniel russell
I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
how can you not think space is cool???? how can you not look at the sky and get completely fucked up thinking about it???? how can you think science is boring???????
It’s weird to think that nighttime is the natural state of the universe and daytime is only caused by a nearby, radiating ball of flame.
welcome to my space space (see what i did there) (space means two different things)
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