Hubble Snaps Close-Up Of Celebrity Comet NEOWISE By NASA Hubble

𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱 + 𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

1st Designer/Artist: Tomihiro Kono (河野富広)

2nd Designer/Artist: 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘻

sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world

“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection

what is your cishet male trait mine is being a car fan

A metamorfose dos pássaros (Catarina Vasconcelos, 2020)

talk about yemen. talk about the 63,000 yemeni children that died of preventable causes. talk about how the UN dubbed it “ the world’s largest humanitarian crisis ”. talk about US’ major role in backing Saudi Arabia’s bombing. talk! talk! talk! this needs to get the deserved and much needed attention.

Book stall in  Sulaymaniyah, Iraq.

Photo by  dastan khdir

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

on a haunting, D. E. / Nicolo Carozzi, A Tale of an Empty House

I find the fact that the closest mountain point on earth to the moon, the highest mountain and the tallest mountain are 3 different mountains to be a tiny bit disturbing