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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Mike Driver
NASA
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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AnasAbdin
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Andulka

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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@foreverwearied
i cannot believe i am actually able to say this right now… BUT I OFFICIALLY HAVE AN AEROSPACE ENGINEERING DEGREE!!!!!
i told the stars about you.
Hi, my name is James Webbony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Space Telescope and I am a telescope in space (that's how I got my name) and I have a five-layer aluminum-coated Kapton sunshield protecting my instruments and gold-coated hexagonal primary mirror segments like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Lady Gaga (AN: if you don't know who she is, get the hell out of here!). I'm not related to the Hubble Space Telescope, but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm an infrared telescope but I am much larger than Spitzer. I have 18 primary mirror segments. I also study exoplanets, and I go to a telescope school in L2 where I'm in orbit (I was launched in 2021). I can see distant galaxies (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly gold. I love space, and I take all my photos there. For example, today I was taking a photo of the Cartwheel Galaxy, which is about 500 million light years away. I was using my NIRcam, NIRspec, MIRI, and FGS-NIRISS. I was walking outside L2. It was around 1 million miles away from Earth and there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I unfolded my primary mirrors at them.
she’s here
Scully: there is a perfectly reasonable scientific explanation for everything in this case there's literally no reason to suspect anything else-
Mulder:
celestial scenery
jenny holzer, SURVIVAL (1983-85)
it is strangely difficult adapting to regular life again after completing the thing i have dedicated my very being to for so long. i hardly know what to do with myself! i am trying to spend a lot of time outdoors and with loved ones to remind me who i am outside of academia.
it's not enough to say it's okay to make mistakes. you MUST and WILL make mistakes, and the distress and negative consequences of those mistakes will be real but survivable and possibly even fun and worthwhile experiences. getting rained out of a concert because you didn't check the weather will feel like a punishment for your oversight unless you're able to see yourself as human and enjoy the walk home in a mess of an outfit and shiver into a warm shower and treat yourself with kindness and let go of the imagined perfect self that has not and will never exist. or you fucking die from ten billion nightmares forever. that's it, those are your options.
SMOKED SALMON IS THE ONLY THING THAT NUMBS THE PAIN
last exam of university in T-120 minutes. i don’t know how to feel.
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last exam of university in T-120 minutes. i don’t know how to feel.
of course my very last assignment of university has to be cfd
i’ve finally finished the prep work so hopefully the assignment itself isn’t too difficult!
I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
Sister post to The Vitamin