placed the stars in the sky

عن عبدالله بن عمرو رضي الله عنه، عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: “ حوضي مسيرةُ شهرٍ. وزواياه سواءٌ . وماؤُه أبيضُ من الورِقِ . وريحُه أطيبُ من المسكِ. وكيزانُه كنجومِ السماءِ. فمن شرب منه فلا يظمأُ بعده أبدًا ” صحيح مسلم حديث ٢٢٩٢ - صحيح البخاري حديث ٦٥٧٩

`Abdullah b. `Amr al-`As, reported Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ) as saying: “ My Cistern (is as wide and broad that it requires) a month’s journey (to go round it) all, and its sides are equal and its water is whiter than silver, and its odour is more fragrant than the fragrance of musk, and its jugs (placed around it) are like stars in the sky; and he who would drink from it would never feel thirsty after that.” Sahih Muslim 2292
In-book reference : Book 43, Hadith 33
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Book 30, Hadith 5684

Sahih al-Bukhari 6579
In-book reference : Book 81, Hadith 167
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Vol. 8, Book 76, Hadith 581

حوضي مسيرةُ شهر: يعني مقدار ما يَسيرُ المسافرُ شهرًا كاملًا

الوَرِق : الفضة 

كيزانه كنجوم السماء : الأكوابَ الموضوعة على جانبَيْه عَدَدُ نُجومِ السَّماء

date a peach who means more to you than the moon and all the stars in the sky. take them stargazing and hold them in your arms to keep warm. steal glances at them while their face is illuminated by dim moonlight, stroke their cheek with your thumb, look them in the eye, and gently place a kiss on their soft lips. admire their perfect smile afterwards and simply shower them with love. 💙

that star wars au thing

you ever feel awkward and unsure if a gesture is wanted or needed but you kind of feel like you need to make it anyway and so you do by writing a star wars au for someone because interpersonal skills how do they work?


Star Wars + Voltron, ft: some Jedi, a Queen, and a merry band of ne’er do wells, later on.


Coruscant stinks.

It is the first thing Allura notices, though it is not an observation she lingers on. She has not the time to indulge it. She steps out of her ship to find a sky bright with artificial light, one full of a thousand ships all going about their business. She takes in a breath, hoping for freshness after the long journey, but she has come to the wrong place for that. The air is sour, it fills her lungs like a rotten thing.

She ignores that, all of that, just as she ignores the figures who take notice of her as she strides towards the gigantic temple before her. She keeps her shoulders back, her chin tilted up. The weight of her new crown feels heavy, cold where it touches her skin. Her gown still smells of smoke. There are stains around the hem she could not remove.

It is what she has.

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i still get upset about robin williams. he was very little to me; meant more to my brother, spoke the best lines in my favorite movies, was a stunning actor. but i, in my head, never paid much attention to things like fame, and loved him like a distant uncle, but distant indeed. i can’t watch those movies the same way. i think about what was chasing him, what was chasing me.

some people tell me they won’t be missed. their lives are not sparks but dull, the regular, the forgettable. that their absence would be a small celebration, that when they left the burden would evaporate and somebody else, somebody better, would spill in waves to fill the empty space. that the forgettable get forgot, that the unexceptional are only spared half of a thought.

but i love the man who let me turn left at a busy intersection even though he had right of way today and i’m still thinking about him. i’m still thinking about the teenage girl i taught four years ago who was spiraling, who came to me and whispered she wasn’t planning on an eighteenth year - who was out of my hands, who was “taken care of” who i tried my hardest for and who still disappeared like smoke in the air. i still think about the girl in my dance class who, when we were both seven, taught me the magic potion of fingers and throats, who kept a secret, who reached out to me just once later to say, “remember when we were young and i was unafraid” and i said yes, we threw barbie heads at the ceiling, and she said, “i’m calling from inpatient. i never forgot that you were my friend. thank you for that. that’s it. the end.”

and at night i tell myself the names of others or i pass their features over my eyes. i think about how our dreams can’t make up faces and how each night like a litany i bring back people to fill in seats, and how some of these people are dead, and how i wake up and barely know them and still miss them. and i tell myself that with all this love i have in a bucket that if i dropped into the sky and took off with myself and painted myself into the ground - i say i’m mediocre. i couldn’t bear it if someone else went off but if i did that’s just fine. the world needs less poets. the world needs less open mouths. the world needs less of me and more people who can function properly. 

and i know you’re reading this and most likely you’ve felt the same thing. that everybody has a life that’s precious unless it’s you, and your untalented unproductive unhelpful self, with heavy hands and a little too much rust in the places that should shine. so here’s the deal. i’ll make a promise and if you keep yours, i’ll keep mine.

if you won’t die, then i won’t die. and we two can live in distant orbits around each other, admiring each other like the other is robin williams, planets that never speak, only listen, two stars with our own complicated galaxies we feel swallowed by - but if you won’t die, then i won’t die.

and if you keep yours, i’ll keep mine. and we’ll remember each other. and we’ll fill up the sky.

It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4K

Genre: Angst

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the types as | space phenomena

ISTP // cosmic ray
high-energy radiation, mainly originating from outside the solar system. upon impact with the earth’s atmosphere, they can produce showers of secondary particles that sometimes reach the surface.

ESTP // solar flare
a sudden flash of brightness observed near the sun’s surface. the flare ejects clouds of electrons, ions, and atoms through the corona of the sun into space.

ISTJ // solar eclipse
an eclipse of the sun happens when the new moon moves between the sun and earth, blocking out the sun’s rays and casting a shadow on parts of earth.

ESTJ // the sun
the star at the centre of our solar system. it is a nearly perfect sphere of hot plasma, and forms the most important source of energy for life on earth.

INFP // supermoon
a full moon that coincides with the closest distance that the moon reaches to earth in its elliptic orbit, resulting in a larger-than-usual size of the lunar disk.

ENFP // galaxy
a system of millions or billions of stars, together with gas and dust, held together by gravitational attraction.

INFJ // lunar eclipse
an eclipse in which the moon appears darkened as it passes into the earth’s shadow. this can occur only when the sun, earth, and moon are aligned with the earth in the middle.

ENFJ // constellation
a group of stars forming a recognisable pattern that is traditionally named after its apparent form or identified with a mythological figure.

ISFJ // saturn’s rings
the rings of saturn are the most extensive planetary ring system of any planet in the solar system. although reflection from the rings increases saturn’s brightness, they are not visible from earth with unaided vision.

ESFJ // aurora
an aurora is an incredible light show caused by collisions between electrically charged particles released from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere and collide with gases such as oxygen and nitrogen.

ISFP // winter solstice
an astronomical phenomenon marking the day with the shortest period of daylight and the longest night of the year, when the sun’s daily maximum elevation in the sky is at its lowest.

ESFP // meteor shower
a number of meteors that appear to radiate from one point in the sky at a particular date each year, due to the earth regularly passing through them at that position in its orbit.

INTP // nebula
a cloud of gas and dust in outer space, visible in the night sky either as an indistinct bright patch or as a dark silhouette against other luminous matter. 

ENTP // galactic wind
composed of photons ejected from large stars, it is a powerful cosmic force that can push interstellar dust clouds into intergalactic space. 

INTJ // black hole
a black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out. the gravity is so strong because matter has been squeezed into a tiny space. this can happen when a star is dying.

ENTJ // a supernova
an astronomical event that occurs during the last stages of a massive star’s life, destruction is marked by one final titanic explosion. this causes the sudden appearance of a “new” bright star.

in the astrology story a fireball explodes from the sky in a scarlet pinata the world awakens and the cosmic child named aries prepares to conquer it all, 
as she propels through the world she enters the deep forest, and in the aroma of nature, the cold dew sprinkling against her skin, the trees breathing around here, she stops still for a moment and takes a breath she is taurus 
and know she knows how beautiful this all is 
and after that marvellous exhale with air rushing through her lungs
she felt the wind gust through her mind, suddenly its pathways came to life 
two giggling twins emerged from seemingly the nothingness of thin air, two little matching geminis 
talking a language of their own, mixing mischief with brilliance 
as the night fell the cancer queen appeared from the sky slumbering in her half crescent moon throne, ruling the stars and the ebony sky and guarding her children as they sleep
when she eventually falls into dream, the leo king rises to paint the sky a reverent shade of blue, bedazzling and igniting the royalty inside all of the residents in the kingdom, the king eventually becomes worn and longs for a moment in the shadow 
here the virgo comes out from her hiding place, her hands callused with golden cracks from tugging the ropes of the sun and the moon, secretly orchestrating the whole show, the silent server
and the heart that drives her toward this generosity grows and grows inside her chest, love infusing with air so petals become of her tongue and she becomes libra, the architecture that is another mesmerises her until it becomes her completely, her love dissolves the physical body, the soul is revealed
and so is the scorpio 
she holds out her ghostly hand seducing you into a world beyond senses, hypnotising with swirling and magnetising eyes, luring you to go deeper and deeper and evoke the climax more, go deeper and deeper and provoke the ledges of your sanity more, and as she does and rises into a state where 
there is no boundary, contamination, or ego 
she has risen to the sky where she is flying on the back of an arrow, throwing her hair back gloriously as a sagittarius, now she is half human and 
half angel she can see comfortably from the heights of the higher mind 
her arrow hits the tip of the mountain - target centre 
and she becomes capricorn, the sovereign of land, air, and sea, she who has seen, conquered, and known all, she who resides at the peak edge of vision, guiding pilgrims as they come to extract her wisdom 
as she watches these pilgrims make their way in masses up the mountain, the unity and oneness of all humanity is revealed to her, she burns down her reputation and becomes one with the people, she becomes an aquarius
and she walks amongst them, nourishing them with her enlightened mind 
as she grows worn and tired and her mind begins to lose its perception of what is real and what is not, she begins drifting into the nothing state, the everything state, the pisces state, and the body that held her captive begins to dissolve, she reflects on the story that has been, and the goddess she has become
finally it’s time to go home


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The aftermath of the War

When Molly asks him, voice thick with worry, if he’s sure about splitting with Ginny. He tells her he isn’t, but he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Because it’s easier to ease her concerns with a handful of crafted lies, than to tell her sometimes he can’t look at Ginny without thinking about the Forest of Dean and sleepless nights.

When Ron asks him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, if he’s sure about quitting Auror training, he replies with a short “maybe one day I’ll go back,” because it softens the lines of Ron’s face and Harry sees his shoulders relax. Because it’s easier than admitting he’s tired of fighting and a Saviour can only do his duty so many times before he cracks.

When Luna asks him if he’s sure about traveling on his own, he assures her he’ll be fine and tells her she ought to keep her job. Because it’s easier than telling her he needs to be alone and figure out who he’s been all along. Who he is other than the Chosen One, the Wonder Boy and the Boy Who Feels Like He’s Already Lived Too Long.

When Hermione asks him if he’s sure he’s happy with his life, he stares at the flickering fire and gives her a small smile. Because it’s easier than telling her happiness seems far too distant of a goal sometimes.

When Headmistress Mcgonagall asks him if he’s sure about taking the job, he grins and tells her he doesn’t mind teaching until his head throbs. Because it’s easier than explaining that Hogwarts was his first home and he realized while in India that the ancient halls that hum with magic are the place where he belongs.

When he goes to the Burrow on a snowy Christmas Eve, holding Draco by the hand, almost scared that he’ll leave. He looks at them and hopes, he wonders if they’ll ask. He itches to tell them, how they flew on Friday nights and how their Saturday mornings were filled tea and a little bit of wine. How his chest felt a size to tight, when he looked Draco in the eye and he saw the colour of the Winter’s sky. How they kissed under the stars, when the castle was asleep and the forest was alive.

Instead, they don’t ask, but give him a knowing smile, and Harry knows, that for once, they know he’s sure about it all.

Not all is well, they’ll always have their scars. They’ll always be children who fought too many wars. But Hermione looks at him, how his face is lit with giddiness. And at last, she doesn’t worry about his happiness.