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being cosmically "insignificant" doesnt even matter like its not important......... like literally lets enjoy a strawberry

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Solar Eclipse Shadows

These solar eclipse shadows form due to the distance between the sun and the leaves on the trees. The distance and the proximity of the leaves to one another cause for a "lensing" type effect, making the eclipse shadow clearer to the human eye.

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Somewhere out there on a planet very far away is a civilization that has included our sun in a beloved constellation of some animal we couldn't dream up if we tried

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This is how the James Web telescope works

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Astronomer Jan Koet captured this video in 2007 of Saturn appearing behind the Moon.

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hahahahah I lasted 8 years now my bicep i cut and my whole are vulnerable to winds and shifts in position again.

the swing of a winter jacket to my back brings wincing memories to mind and tending~ ~tending to my wounds is the way I remember that I am a body that never asked for anything, nothing, of what happened there in the garden of crab grass and rusted ropes tied to dirty swings

There is more clarity in these than those I pared into my skin at sixteen

now, I know what it is he thought he could take from me. all I ever wanted was my boyhood in the bushes, moss and rocks and fairy kingdoms in the tide pools. Instead I’m left sorting through melted tupperware memories where I am Lost to It and given That which I never wanted.

It is better to know than to grasp at gasps over “nothing” and circle back always to self hating and tho “lately I’ve been crying like a tall child” at least I know why I came to be that deadinside kiddo of kicks and lost sleep.

I still get fuzzy and I still explode and I feel like glass in the bustle, “melted” down by gravity over the years where some angles have become smoothed and others gained girth as solid buffers against the bumps.

the permafrost is thick and my carbon is still mine. no ones stolen it yet.

{1 - unrooted bruises 2- hero tossed to the slush 3 - collage in progress, winter 2018 4 - fenced in frost * first love//late spring by mitski}

#cw self harm #old words of mine #writing

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you don't need to have cute handwriting girl, Dostoevsky's manuscript drafts looked like this

left- draft of Demons. right- draft of The Brothers Karamazov

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why do you think it's so common for writers to insert themselves into their stories?

I don't know.

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2024 - A Year of Possibilities ~ 01 Dec 2023

Now that we’re in the final month of the Gregorian Year, it’s that time when Father Time and the holidays pile on with emotional interrogatives like: “How’d you do this last year? Any gold stars or meritorious awards to report? Why not proudly post your completed tasks list on social media?”

Maybe some new earbuds should be on your gift list to assist in blocking out nagging voices, both internal and external. It remains important to remember that the Sun inches toward solar maximum. This means more and more blasts of titillating solar intensity impact Earth as is happening today. The need to chill, have time for repose and connecting with nature top the list of soul-restorative processes during these energetic times.

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#good words #astro weather

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The Shortest Day. Words by Susan Cooper, illustrations by Carson Ellis.

#winter solstice #lovely art

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Happy winter solstice! The light begins to return tomorrow!!

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“In my anger I learn I am not a child. I am either Godless or a / goddess. I am both. I am shame, miniskirt unraveled like a hymn that haunts the pews. Pussy / poltergeist.”

— Grace Gilbert, from “Haibun for Womxn Who Are Told to Forgive,” published in The Adroit Journal

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Is it bad that I think gesso smells sweet like candy?

#painting

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 R.D. Laing Diagram from KNOTS, 1970

#good words #poetry

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Michael Kinnucan, The Gods Show Up

#good words

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Light rots. They've have factories now, decontaminating it. Superheated, supercooled, then stored in a sterilised jar. I just got one. It's an opaque cylinder with mirrors inside. The light bounces back and forth, sluggish. Corporeal. Ready to be poured into a lamp, or dispersed into vapour around the house. Light is a luminescent fungus, maybe. Don't breathe the bad stuff. It accumulates in the lungs and the lungs'll burst if you don't get them seen too.