Geometric Obelisk Skeletons

the tenderness that comes into peoples voices when they read to little kids

"We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you. "

-André Aciman, Call me by your name.

The moon was so bright and jupiter motu and they all look so nice together

The moon and jupiter (right above it ) in the first two images . Last image - jupiter (above) and saturn ( really dim and top right 2 o' clock.

Lucy's the Jodhaa of cats

Muted tones

" वैसे तो शास्त्रों में लिखा हुआ है पर मैंने whatsapp पे पढा था "

-Paatal lok (2020)

“And in the same way the dandelion’s destruction tells us about ourselves, so does our own destruction: our bodies are ecosystems, and they shed and replace and repair until we die. And when we die, our bodies feed the hungry earth, our cells becoming part of other cells, and in the world of the living, where we used to be, people kiss and hold hands and fall in love and fuck and laugh and cry and hurt others and nurse broken hearts and start wars and pull sleeping children out of car seats and shout at each other. If you could harness that energy—that constant, roving hunger—you could do wonders with it. You could push the earth inch by inch through the cosmos until it collided heart-first with the sun.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House (via florizels)

I'm tired so here's some lyrics that have been stuck in my head all day

Drip drip drop Little April shower Beating a tune As you fall all around

Drip drip drop Little April shower What can compare With your beautiful sound

But she's so pretty look

“For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.”

— James Baldwin, from “Nothing Personal,” in Collected Essays