AQVRIVS II

'Tis night: alas, that I must be light! And thirst for the nightly! And lonesomeness! 'Tis night: now doth my longing break forth in me as a fountain, for speech do I long. 'Tis night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul also is a gushing fountain. 'Tis night: now do all songs of lovers wake. And my soul also is the song of a lover.

[melontoyo]

🌔 A Sinner’s blood weeping in Gold  Only the Demon will mourn his Soul 🌒

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Credit @evilwizards

[salvius]

[without-ado]

First Quarter Moon & Jupiter l Rami Ammoun l composite

[voxbelicosa]

Day 8 - Witch

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[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

Jupiter in Infrared

These recent composite images from the James Webb Space Telescope show Jupiter in stunning infrared detail. They’re the result of several images taken in different infrared bands, then combined and rendered in visible light. In general, the redder colors show longer wavelengths and the bluer ones show shorter wavelengths. (Image credit: NASA/ESA/Jupiter ERS Team 1, 2; via Colossal) Read the full article

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[lionfloss]

by Anatolych

[ddamascenaa]

“Saturn, when viewed in the near-infrared methane absorption band, appears blue.”

Images: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SSI/CICLOPS/Kevin M. Gill

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[clareyrobwrites17]

Do you ever simply cry bcos you’ve been seen too clearly?

[escuerzoresucitado]

[feral-ballad]

Gertrud Kolmar, tr. by Henry A. Smith, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems of Gertrud Kolmar; "You"

[Text ID: “You. I want to melt you from the stars! / You. I want to lick you from the earth, / And bite you out of fruit, / You. I want so much— / Dear. Dearest. Can’t you give yourself to me?”]

[xoxojoka]

"My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,"

— Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" from "Leaves of Grass"

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[pr1mamater1a]

A Wizard of Earthsea

"In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight."