There Is Nothing More Painful In This World Than To Be In Love With Something That Can Never Be.

“Bath of Bright Silence” by David Chaim Smith (2018)

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

been rotating this quote from Diaspora by Greg Egan around in my mind

"Conquering the galaxy is what bacteria with spaceships would do – knowing no better, having no choice."

It so neatly encapsulates my disgust with the idea of space colonization. Why do you presume that unchecked exponential growth is the only fate we can choose?

Meaning of Colors in Anciet Egyptian Art:

Poppy and Ian are like. They’re soulmates, but also they’re horrible for each other. They’re miserable when they’re apart. They can’t stop hurting each other when they’re together. They bring out the best in eachother and also the worst. They love eachother. They are like an old bickering couple. They aren’t romantic. They have linked their lives too tightly to untie themselves. And it probably would be even worse if they did. They both hold a button that allows them to exploit and attack each others most vulnerable core, and they’ve both pressed that button a hundred times each. They believe in each other more than anyone in the world. They’ve been cosmically linked since they were kids. They have faith that the “being together with you” of it all makes anything worth it.

THE SAME SHIT SANDWICH !!! No voy a mentir literalmente todo lo que hice ayer fue escucharlos en bucle todo el día Y FUE GLORIOSO!!

Today or this noon

She dwelt so close,

I almost touched her;

Tonight she lies

Past neighbourhood—

And bough and steeple—

Now past surmise.

- By Emily Dickinson

I love that Rosie knows LGBT+ sexualities, but Alastor is too "old-skool" to probably care

“If I was gay,” I told the ceiling, “I wouldn’t need an asterisk beside my name. I could stop worrying if the girl I like will bounce when she finds out I also like dick. I could have a coming-out party without people thinking I just want attention. I wouldn’t have to explain that I fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. People wouldn’t say I’m ‘just a slut’ or 'faking it’ or 'undecided’ or 'confused’ I’m not confused. I don’t categorize people by who I’m allowed to like and who I’m allowed to love. Love doesn’t fit into boxes like that. It’s blurry, slippery, quantum. It’s only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible.” I glanced at Josh. “That’s me. I’m not gay, not bi. I’m something quantum. I can’t define it.”  “You’re just human.”

Elliot Wake, Black Iris (via thebooksaidthat)