M104, Sombrero Galaxy
yes please, why do you think I got tumblr?
1. Any scars?
2. Self harmed?
3. Crush?
4. Kissed anyone?
5. Coke or Pepsi?
6. Someone you hate?
7. Best Friends?
8. Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?
9. What’s your dream job?
10. Ever been in love?
11. Last time you cried?
12. Favorite color?
13. Height?
14. Birthday?
15. Eye color?
16. Hair color?
17. What do you love?
18. Obsession?
19. If you had one wish, what would it be?
20. Do you love someone?
21. Kiss or hug?
22. Nicknames people call you?
23. Favorite song?
24. Favorite band?
25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?
26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?
27. Something you would change about yourself?
28. Ever dated someone?
29. Worst mistake?
30. Watch the movie or read the book?
31. Ever had a heartbreak?
32. Favorite show?
33. Best day of your life?
34. Any talents?
35. Do you wish you could ever start over?
36. Any bad habits?
37. Ever had a near death experience?
38. Someone I can tell anything to?
39. Ever lost a loved one?
40. Do you believe in love?
41. Someone you hate/Dislike?
42. Are you okay?
43. Relationship status?
Cosmic Cliffs of Carina
The light I shine illuminates the meadow, tinted blue
The wind sweeps your hair briskly
You look up, at this celestial thing
Pockmarked with time, the scars of past troubles
And think to yourself, inside yourself, where I cannot see
Do you wonder at my light, keeping you out of the dark and away from the trees?
Or do you realize that this light is not my own, but borrowed
From my fiery brother, who sleeps under the horizon
And that I merely reflect, imitate
His brighter, lighter warmth and touch
I cannot warm you, as you shiver in the cold
I cannot show off every contour of your face
I cannot reveal the hues of the flowers you hold, in the blue tinted meadow
I worry that this is what you think
With those deep eyes, as wide as the starry sky
I worry that I am not enough
Cannot be enough
Compared to the others around me
Perhaps I am wrong; you may not see that at all
But as long as I think of this, and think of you
No matter how much I may love you
I am as far away, and hard to reach
As the moon
Mysterious Dark Rays by Hubble Space Telescope / ESA
“She’s made of the poetry I am still to write.”
—
Caldwell 52 by NASA Hubble
We just gotta be patient...
Very true. But is that such a bad thing? Maybe I want to be lost.
I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World.
Yet stay locked and afraid, hidden from the world