Who else up thinking of jotchua

every time i remember edward thinks of bella like a soap bubble i get stuck on how much restraint he must have - not only not to kill her, but not to touch her as a boy in love, as a 17 year old experiencing love for the first time. he can’t be clumsy or fumble with his fingers for fear he’ll break her. imagine loving something you can only lightly hover over? to want to hold their hand and have to remind yourself one wrong move and you hurt the very reason you feel alive? and thinking all along you only have a finite amount of time make every moment feel like goodbye will never arrive.

bradycardic

before a heart stops it starts walking breaking into the world out of a bed, out of the undergrowth, out of a house, out of a church. walking on steps to the sky to the stars beyond.

Stars unpolluted by atmosphere, by errant light, stars in their acnic arrangement, spots and pinpricks, neutrons and blackholes and planets, purple planets, red planets, take a walk in kepler 286f 51 Pegasi b 55 Cancri e and the other un-named, un-namable, the inexorable explanse.

Walking rocks, barren asteroids, extremophillic colonies. The solid planets, the living ones, and the dead. The longer we spend here the more it slows down, the less, the more time we have.

So choke on blueberry flavoured gas wonder, and find a decrepit probe containing a gold disc with beings of alien appendages, alien reproductive systems. It will lie here not for as long as you, but until the planet breaks apart.

Time slows to an electron tread. the absolute timelessness of subatomy it takes as much as is possible to hang on, to keep perception. Ageless, eternal perception. To not become a part of the scenery.

But we all do. The top down view collapses with the bottom up and then nothing happens. Nothing ever has happened. You have reached heartstop, seen what you could see, but you are no longer you.

At this moment, the particular crashes into the universal. You are no longer a viewpoint, the world no longer belongs to you; you belong only in the world of others. The universe twirls, and ants tiptoe in the magnanimous mess.

bo burnham’s special was really good but it’s a damn shame that everyone is ignoring his critiques on white activism in it so they can push their “i’m quirky and mentally ill” narrative which is, you know, exactly what he meant when he said that white activism is rooted only in their own growth and sense of self

Star Wars Travel Posters // by Steve Thomas

i do.

Ben didn't even fucking hesitate to give his life force to rey to bring her back likely knowing it was his end. True enemies to lovers excellence.

how many times can I cry in 3 days before I just melt into a fucking puddle and die

Me to my 3 year old: now sweetheart I know Chase the police pup from the paw patrol seems nice but he is what we call a class traitor.

*butler voice* your new series obsession, sir

i didn’t forget the ipad https://www.instagram.com/p/B1UZTzinjLU/?igshid=1v4zjihmgp766

food pyramid

The plague doctors that the media has made really is the pinnacle of clothing. and its so sad to see what actual plague doctors were like

Mysterious, Sleek, Smooth. You’d wear this to both a fancy ballroom party and a night at the closest bar.

Nasty sewer boy, gross child

As a bi person also super relatable

lesbians: haha we’re kinda oblivious when it comes to girls :-)

half of you: yes you absolutely are. in fact every lesbian alive is a complete idiot with no self-confidence or courage whatsoever. i am the best ally

the other half of you: oh so you’re an incel? is that what i’m hearing? you’re a member of a specifically misogynistic group?

non-wlw reblog this actually