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Trauma is caused by others but you're supposed to heal from it yourself how's that fair?

I love you and adore everything about you <3*says to the moon*

Compare views of the Southern Ring nebula and its pair of stars by Webb’s NIRCam (L) & MIRI (R) instruments. The dimmer, dying star is expelling gas and dust that Webb sees through in unprecedented detail.

Death's embrace

In the depths of darkness, where shadows reside,

There exists a truth we cannot hide.

A universal tale, both gentle and profound,

Of life's fleeting moments, where death is found.

Death, a solemn companion on this earthly plane,

Whose presence leaves us touched by bittersweet pain.

It whispers in the wind, a haunting lullaby,

Reminding us that all things must one day say goodbye.

It wears many faces, from gentle slumber to final breath,

A passage we traverse, embracing the unknown with depth.

It steals away loved ones, leaving hearts in despair,

Yet it also offers solace, a release from earthly wear and tear.

In death's embrace, time stands still,

And memories flicker, a testament to life's thrill.

It beckons us to ponder, to reflect and to learn,

To cherish every moment, for there may be no return.

For in the realm of death, we find a sacred truth,

That life's fragility lies within our youth.

It teaches us humility, a reminder to be kind,

To live with purpose, leaving no regrets behind.

But death is not the end, merely a transition,

An invitation to a realm beyond our limited vision.

It invites us to surrender, to let go and release,

To find solace in the eternal, a realm of inner peace.

So let us not fear death's gentle hand,

But rather embrace it, as part of life's grand plan.

For in the tapestry of existence, it holds a place,

A reminder to cherish, to love, and to embrace.

In death's solemn presence, let us find solace,

In the memories of those who have found their peaceful space.

May their spirits guide us, like stars in the night,

Illuminating our paths with their eternal light.

For death, though mourned, is a poignant art,

An echo of life, a journey's sacred part.

In its embrace, we find both sorrow and rebirth,

And in its depths, we discover the true meaning of our worth.

-V

Istg moon and space are the most beautiful things

Not sure what I need first a hug or a gun to my head

I just love sleep so much ……. like u just close ur eyes and ur gone bitch ………… brain logged the fuck off ……… powerful

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe.

Louis de Boullogne – Two Sleeping Young Women (1707)