Arp 273 Is A Pair Of Interacting Galaxies, Lying 300 Million Light Years Away In The Constellation Andromeda.

Nesta at solstice with the inner circle:

When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.

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your hologram 👾👻 stumbled 🫨 into my apartment 🌃 hands 🙌 in the hair 💆‍♀️ of somebody 💏 in darkness 🌫️😶‍🌫️ named Chloe 💆‍♀️ or Sam 💆 or Sophia 💆‍♀️ or Marcus 💆‍♂️ and I. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it happen 💏🧍‍♀️. as the decade 📆 would play us for fools 🃏🤝🃏 and you saw 👀 my bones 💀🤝💀 out 💃🕺 with somebody new 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 who seemed like 🤔 he would've bullied you 🤓🥊🤣 in school 🤕🏫 and you. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it happen 🫂🧍‍♂️. if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙 just say, 🗣️"I loved you 🥰…the way that you were 😕🤷‍♂️” if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 just say you've always…woOondered 🤔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨…you said some things 🗣️🗯️ that I can't 🙅‍♀️ unabsorb 🗣️🗯️🧽 you turned me into an idea of sorts 🧍‍♀️🟰🤔💭😇🪽 you needed me 🫂 but you needed drugs more 🤷‍♀️ and I could-n't. 🙅‍♀️. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ 🫣. it happen. I changed into goddesses 🧝‍♀️ villains 🦹‍♀️ and fools 🤡🎨🖌️ changed plans 🇬🇧✈️🗽 and lovers 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and outfits 👩🏼‍🦱👱🏻‍♀️💇🏼‍♀️👩🏻‍🦳👩🏼 and rules 📏👸 all to outrun 🏃‍♀️💨 my desertion of you 🏃‍♀️💨🏝️ and you. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it 🏃‍♀️💨🏝️🧍‍♂️. if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙 just say, 🗣️"I loved you 🥰…the way that you were 😕🤷‍♂️” if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 just say you've always…woOoOondered 🤔💭 if the glint in my eye ✨👁️ traced the depths ✏️🗺️🤿 of your sigh ✏️🗺️😮‍💨 down that passage ⬇️ in time ⌛️ back to the moment ⏳⏪ I crashed into you 🧍‍♂️💥🏃‍♀️ like so many wrecks do 🏝️💥🚢 too impaired by my youth 👼 to know what to do 🤷‍♀️❓ so if I sell my apartment 🌃💸 and you have some kids 👶👧🧒👦 with an internet starlet 🤵‍♂️🤰🤳🏻 will that make your memory 🤔💭❤️‍🔥 fade from this scarlet maroon 🤔💭😶‍🌫️ like it never happened? 🤷‍♀️💭🌫️ could it be enough 🤔 to just float in your orbit? 👩‍🚀🪐🧍‍♂️can we watch our phantoms 🧍‍♂️👻❤️‍🔥👻🧍‍♀️like watching wild horses? 🧍‍♂️🐎🐎🧍‍♀️ cooler 😎 in theory 👩‍🔬💭 but not if you force it to be 🫸🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🫷it just didn't happen 🤷‍♀️ so, if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙…..say you loved me 😞…….and if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 say you'll always…woOoOonder 🤔💭………………….'cause I woOoOooonder 😞💭…….will I always…will I always…..won-der? 🤷‍♀️💭🌫️

i know we all go feral over coney island but GENUINELY. some lightening bolt of creativity shot down from the skies and joined these powerhouse artists together so that they could craft a perfect melody and prose that makes my bones ache and my heart break and my eyes well up and my soul leave my body. i think about the second verse at least once a day. it is a revelation every single time that i listen to them harmonise "a universe away". i understand something deep within myself in the closing chorus when i hear them sing "the sight that flashed before me was your face/when the sun goes down". they truly captured something poignant and fundamental and human and every single piece of praise that people give it is more than well deserved

i don't think there's anything more human than annotating a book. you have a physical copy of thousands upon thousands of words- words that are meaningless, unless put together in the perfect way- and within those meaningless words, you find the meaning. you find what you're meant to find, and you make note of it. you make note of it so, when you come back, you're filled with that emotion. that lovely feeling, that heartbreak, that pain and sadness and anger and laughter and suddenly it isn't just a physical copy of thousands upon thousands of words. it's more like home.

and don't get me started on how it feels to see other people's annotations. seeing the thoughts and feelings of other people, splayed right there on the page; it's a window, isn't it? it's a way to see what they're processing. what sticks out to them, what makes them feel, what makes them tick. is there anything more human than that, seeing a person's heart and soul with your own eyes, among a physical copy of thousands upon thousands of words? they take in these words and, in return, give the physical copy something of themselves. and i think that's absolutely breathtaking.

eu não posso ser sua amiga, porque a intensidsde dos meus sentimentos me machucam. Você não é amigo. Você é amor.

“Quando me perguntarem do que eu mais gostei, vou dizer que foi de você.”

— Cidade dos Anjos.

It’s about how gentle you can be; with the rain that you’re touching, the grass you’re running on, the sunset you’re watching, the hands you’re holding, the flower you’re picking, the heart you’re feeling, the breath you’re taking; it’s about how gentle are