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made some aesthetic boards for me and the other planets. pics aren't mine, i just put them together ^â˘^
whenever someone says âsex is what makes us humanâ i feel a little more valid as both an asexual and spacekin
Hey spacekin community! thereâs a cool, in-browser game called Mystar where you get to make your own stars and build solar systems around them. Next time youâve got some free time and youâre missing home, give it a check!Â
Donât you miss being able to go home? No, not the place you currently resideâ But the place your soul was born from? The place you truly belong?
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-Mod Tohru
Child of stars what are you waiting for? You donât belong here, youâve always known that. You belong among the cosmos. You belong, weightless, among timeless spaces. Foolish star child, wake up. Why wonât you go home?
I Am Rotting And It Is Not Beautiful
And the weary astronaut asked the stars, âWhen do I get to come home To leave this fragile life ? This body Iâve been given; I feel it dying All around me. I am rotting And it is not beautiful Nor tragic nor romantic It is a slow disease Of the heart And mind of mine. Have I not learned my lessons And learned of my loves Embraced the earth and Embraced myself ? I am a weary astronaut now My bones are chilled and tired The life that you poured into me Has petered out by now And I am spent. So I beg of you, to let me come home To not feel pain nor love nor anger To slip into the deep depths of dark and sleep and burn Burn longer than time Burn long past since Iâve even Stopped Past my flame and past time itself And I long to rest, To glimmer down upon the skies. So please send me far away For I am a weary astronaut Who just wants to go home.â ,
But the stars never replied.
romance poems by Icey
(via omnimnity)
i hate this i hate this i hate this i want to go home i want to stop suffering i want to stop feeling like my chestâs gonna split open from all the pain iâve stored away to avoid having others see it i want to abandon this awful shell and fly free again i want my stars back i want my black and blue skies i want nebulae and stellar nurseries and black holes and planets and i miss it all way too much
sometimes i feel this fragile shell shake and shudder and i pray it will break. let the stars spill out once more and let galaxies take life around me.