[vv-itchy]

[kosmogrl]

we got august this week

[evilsoup]

the cultural object of the black hole is kind of remarkable. It's almost an anti-God in a sense, a negative infinity. Yeah there's this kind of dead sun that's collapsed into an infinitely dense point, and if you fall past its event horizon you're fucked. Every schoolchild knows this. A black hole can be introduced in a superhero blockbuster without any explanation except for its established look and the name "black hole", and this will be understood as the ultimate natural disaster, which even superman could not hope to defeat. truly S-tier cosmic object

[blackhole-ntp]

If there's any proof we need that our reality is made of math, it's that graph function singularities exist as physical features of our world. Undefined algebraic points exist, we can see them, they float around space touching things and fucking them up beyond all recognition, and they look like marauding black death wrapped in a spherical gradient of tortured spacetime.

Like, words literally cannot describe how cool black holes are. If they did not actually exist, I doubt that the world's 100 top rated sci-fi writers locked in a room for a month brainstorming could come up with anything nearly as good. When do you ever get something that is as top tier psychologically impactful as it is so deeply rooted in fundamental scientific truth about reality?

[persephones-domain]

Physicist here!

Black holes are the ultimate astronomical phenomena. They are regions where the very structure of reality is contorted into something alien. Defined not by substance but by the warping of spacetime, a black hole is a solution to Einstein’s field equations wherein the metric tensor collapses into a singularity—an infinitesimal point of infinite density, where curvature diverges and our mathematical descriptions disintegrate. The event horizon, delineated by the Schwarzschild radius , marks a boundary beyond which causal relationships cease to propagate outward. Nothing—not matter, not light, not information—can escape. From within, the geometry of spacetime becomes so distorted that all paths, all timelike geodesics, inevitably lead inward, like water down an infinite drain.

Time bizzarelt dilates near the horizon; a distant observer would see infalling matter slow, redshift, and fade, asymptotically frozen in time, somewhat like a hologram eternally flickering at the border. Simultaneously for the falling observer, however, the descent is finite and inexorable as space collapses inward, and the singularity looms in a finite proper time. Should one hypothetically remain on the event horizon itself, a null surface traversed only at the speed of light, the geometry becomes especially... strange: light emitted tangentially could orbit indefinitely along the photon sphere, forming a closed loop. So in this scenario, were you to gaze precisely forward, the curvature would distort light rays around the hole to the point you'd witness the back of your own head—an optical recursion born not of mirrors but of warped topology.

Even the notion of mass becomes disquieting here. A black hole's presence is encoded in the curvature it imposes, describable via the Einstein tensor and its coupling to the stress-energy tensor , yet the interior contains no structure! No matter, no surface, only the singularity at , where predictability ends. The laws of physics as we understand them yield only silence in response. And yet, paradoxically, black holes are not immutable. Quantum field theory on curved backgrounds predicts Hawking radiation: virtual particle pairs near the horizon become real, draining the hole of mass over unimaginable timescales, leading to eventual evaporation. What remains, if anything at all, is unknown. In this way, black holes are less objects than they are boundaries of comprehension: blind spots in our cosmology where mathematics hints at truths too extreme, too indifferent, to be made fully human.

[the-muppet-joker]

By the way So What I inhaled all that asbestos no need to belittle me I thought there was a Secret Surprise in there but No turns out just more Asbestos

[velvetcloak]

TNEWTIES

[mothercain]

september tends to be so cruel </3

[meowingfrogggg]

does this mean album in september...

[mothercain]

no baby, i fw u for trying tho ♡

[strezzedanddeprezzed]

mood rn

[beck-studies]

THE EYES THAT DO NOT BLINK

[venusimleder]

John Galliano, S/S 2010.

[kunosoura]

what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes

[metamorphesque]

O, there are words that cannot be repeated, Whoever said them – overspent his due. The only things that cannot be depleted Are God’s forgiveness and the heaven’s blue.

“O, there are words that cannot be repeated …”, Anna Akhmatova

[aconissa]

WRITERS + DIRECTORS ON THE POWER OF HORROR

Catriona Ward, interview for The Guardian Mark Gatiss, in A History of Horror (2010) Pascal Laugier, for Electric Sheep Candyman (1992), dir. Bernard Rose Colin Dickey, Ghostland Carmen Maria Machado, for Paris Review Kier-La Janisse, House of Psychotic Women Possession (1981), dir. Andrzej Żuławski Mariana Enríquez, ‘Notes on Craft’, Granta Guillermo del Toro, Haunted Castles, Dark Mirrors

[sheswanderlost]

[gerardwaist]

people b saying things so definitively. like man i think it depends

[horrorlesbians]

RUN FINAL GIRL, RUN. NO ONE WILL BELIEVE IT UNLESS YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE.

[maryjki]

[zegalba]

Hanoi fruit ladies