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Early Black Hole

#supermassive black hole #GOODS field #deep field #early universe #galaxies

v4mpiregrl

me every night

girlinterrupted222

we truly stan her

Learn to Let Go

I think this body is confusing. Past, present and future are concepts I cannot completely grasp. The future is constantly becoming the present and the present is constantly becoming the past. I’m 22 now and the past 22 years make up who I am today, but I’m supposed to let go of it. Is letting go forgetting about it? What about memorabilia. What about my grandpa and grandma becoming the past. What about never forgetting 9/11 and the poor souls burning to death and jumping out of skyscraper windows. So letting go does not equal forgetting, is letting go acceptance? I accept death. I accept I’ll never see them again. I’ll never forget them, their love, their suffering, their humanness. Just like Grandpa, he has his father’s immigration papers in his nightstand until the very end. The old priest at my grandma’s funeral says he still misses his grandmother. I will always miss the years I thought I never would. If I could do it over again, I would. I hope when we die we can start over and have the chance to change. That means I’ll see Grandpa Jerry and Grandma Wanda again. I’ll see all my friends grow up again. I’ll go through everything all over again, maybe make different choices. Maybe that is why I find it hard to forget the past, as it is also the future. If that is the case I’d like for everyone to stop telling me to let go.

pi-slices

Beneath - 210426

#nyc #2021 #photography

#2021 #jersey #nj #photography

2021

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Jupiter in Near-Infrared & Jupiter and Ganymede in Near-UV and Blue

Image credit: Judy Schmidt

Things better keep moving

Cos I've been in motion since the day I learned to walk without a hand and haven't stopped since. I allow what happens happen I know there's no way around the mechanisms under the surface. Plumbers gotta get their hands dirty to know how to wedge the wrench in the right spot, and I'm filthy trying to find the defective screw.

Double L

The only time I ever felt down on an airplane was when I felt I gave up on a new life. Every time I go somewhere I embrace the new reality that is about to come. Places I go that I have been to before, maybe not in a while, is still new Everything in my immediate surroundings soothes my aches and pains in my joints. It reminds me of things but of familiarity the most. I've been enjoying that. That was a feeling I was unfamiliar with at the time, seeing all these new things and now going to some place bland, some place known, where my tire tracks to and from route 208 are permanently lingering proof of my backtracking and turns and confusion. So thanks for letting me come to stability under circumstances involving a colorful bedsheet. Weather just like home as usual on the outside, and a new type of weather I get to know at 20 on the inside.

lifeinpoetry

Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.

Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End (via lifeinpoetry)

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Nolita 1010

It's been a while I start off my writing when I haven't dragged the pen on some lines in a few weeks or months A New York minute compared to Arizona time is about 29 seconds, a little less than half the time in the country. I'll catch my breath. Relentless, Stubborn, Getting out of bed is like pulling teeth, So call me a dentist. Poke and prod path 111 to the city, Look for the sky with my crooked neck From down below the speckled sidewalks, cigarette butts, gritty graffiti. I'm a wizard in a cloak, I'm a 5 rats in a trenchcoat Getting grubby hands on silver and gold.

Unusually Clear

New York is not even Broadway or a busy lunch in Bryant Park.

It’s not the underground and it’s not the skyscrapers above.

Not the yellow cabs (or Ubers), not the ducks in Central Park.

My feet won’t quit the run on the limitless blocks from the George Washington Bridge to the East River.

The turn style won’t stop me in my large docs.

It’s a melting pot, and I feel it stick to me,

I melt on the corners and when I hear the roller coaster

familiar hums to and from, from and to.

Never thought I would see it,

but on the way back from the meadow

there lies a starving sleepless artist who saw a spectacle,