““And If I Show You My Dark Side, Will You Still Hold Me Tonight?” - Pink Floyd, “The Final Cut"”

More about the TRAPPIST-1 planetary system

TRAPPIST-1 is an ultra-cold red dwarf star in the constellation Aquarius.

It has:

a mass of about 9% that of the Sun

a radius slightly larger than the planet Jupiter

surface temperature of about 2,560 K (2,290 °C).

It is about 39 light years (12 parsecs) from the Sun and is estimated to be about 7.6 billion years old, making it older than the Solar System.

TRAPPIST-1 is a planetary system. The main object of this system is a dwarf star much colder than the Sun named also TRAPPIST-1 and which I told you about above.

Comparison between the characteristics of the terrestrial planets in the solar system and those of the planets in the planetary system TRAPPIST-1.

Distance comparison between the planets in the solar system and the planets in the planetary system TRAPPIST-1.

At least seven solid planets, similar in size or smaller than Earth's orbit (about three-quarters of the Earth's radius) orbit this star.

FACTS

The planets may appear like moons in each other's skies

The TRAPPIST-1 planets are so close together that if you could stand on the surface of one, you might see some of the neighboring planets hovering above.

This artist's concept by Tim Pyle allows us to imagine what it would be like to stand on the surface of the exoplanet TRAPPIST-1f, located in the TRAPPIST-1 system

Complicata

Part of the conundrum When understanding you There’s never enough time Only bare words and ash

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Untitled (the Birth) Artist: Kusum Ketkar. Painted in 1937. Watercolor on paper. Signed and dated ‘kusum ketkar / 1937’ lower right. 20 ⅝ x 13 ⅜ in. (52.4 x 34.1 cm.) (via Sotheby’s)

The conversation I wish we would have

His chest was slick with sweat as I shifted against his side to pull the covers up around myself and finally ask the question that had been burning inside me since we had started sleeping together again.

Afraid to possibly face the rejection in his eyes, I pressed a kiss to his cheek before tucking my face into his neck.

“Who are we to each other?”

The hand that had been lazily trailing up and down my spine faltered. I wished I hadn't asked.

We had been strangers, friends with benefits, lovers, each other’s, estranged for a while, friends again, and now- now I didn't know how to label us. Didn't know if he wanted to label us.

To label us would make things real and complicated and messy.

Another moment is stillness and his hand resumed its path on my back.

“You tell me.”

His answer was a non- answer. An avoidance. A turn around.

“You know what I would like is to be. What I want us to be again.”

I shifted again to lean against his chest so I could meet his eyes now.

“What feels like forever ago, we stood in the kitchen, and I told you I had to say the words at least once.”

His hand tightened around my waist as I ran my hand up his neck to hold his cheek.

“I have to say it again. I need to say it again.”

“Then say it.”

“I love you. I am in love with you.”

“I know.”

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”

— Franz Kafka (via writingdotcoffee)

“Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.”

— Gayle Forman, Just One Year

“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms