A Colony Of Hot, Young Stars Is Stirring Up The Cosmic Scene In This New Picture From NASA's Spitzer

enemies to lovers, stolen glances, dark libraries, who did this to you, candlelight, it's always been you, echoing footsteps, ballroom dances, dagger strapped to the thigh, knowing each other better than knowing themselves, academic rivals, stargazing, i hate everyone but you, smirks, letters, yearning, forced to work together.

You can build an entire cosmology from the wreckage left by storms; from earthquakes and volcanoes, from falling stars, from the scarring of frost and fire. The stories of gods are buried within our own natural histories.

Peonies with a butterfly - Johann Christoph Bayer - before 1812 - via Bonham’s

physics is so cool because after such a long time the little kid in you finally gets the answers to their questions and nothing makes me happier than that

Helleborus niger (Christmas Rose) taken from ‘Köhler’s Medizinal-Pflanzen’ by F. E. Kohler, Wilhelm Brandt.

Published 1883 by : Fr. Eugen Kohler.

Missouri Botanical Garden.archive.org

november mood

a cold wind and the warm lights of the city in the dark evening air as you walk home after a long day

typing away at your laptop in candlelight, chocolates and their empty golden wrappers by your side

leather gloves, a cashmere scarf and a fresh blowout to complement your cosy long coat

a board game night with family or friends, music playing quietly in the background as you forget everything else to be present with your loved ones

black ink flowing on notebook pages as you plan for what is left of the year, goals and aspirations clearer to you than ever

long, misty weekend morning walks in the countryside, wearing wellies and a waxed jacket older than you

embracing the coming winter season by focusing on what is essential, spending less time on your phone and more time on consistently working on your tasks before december comes

the atmosphere of a wood-paneled neighbourhood restaurant, olives and glasses of champagne at the table, tiramisu for dessert

reading in your favourite armchair, a soft white jumper and woollen socks keeping you warm

yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now

feeling validated, heard, seen, and acknowledged in a friendship is so important. it’s the most beautiful feeling i think. being able to tell someone the most private feelings, exposing yourself at the most vulnerable, and being met with empathy, understanding, and confirmation that you’re not just being whiny, spoiled, ungrateful, or any of the other self-deprecating things you tell yourself you are when you’re breaking down. to have someone bring you back to reality when you’re busy minimising your struggles, yeah, that’s really beautiful and it’s truthful. someone who sees you where you are exactly as you are, not better or worse. just you. that’s so important in a friendship. definitely the most beautiful feeling.

"And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love."

-Warsan Shire