Space Obssessed.

Aspiring Lawyer and Golden Retriever enthusiast. Lover of all things refined and haute. Frankie.

[heartofmuse]

Your silence is driving me insane. Why won’t you talk to me? There is nothing worse than not knowing! My mind goes on and on trying to figure out what is going on. Did I do something wrong? I don’t even know! How can I fix something when I don’t know what is wrong to begin with? I feel your silence is cruel. If you don’t love me anymore then finish it now! Hold the dagger and let your words stab me in the heart, but I beg you, do not let me slowly go insane in this deafening silence while my heart bleeds out, drop by drop, this ocean of pain!

e.v.e. (Your silence)  (via heartofmuse)

[de-la-valliere]

[quadriivium]

[pterick]

i love capitalizing words that do not need to be capitalized At All so that you read them in that Important Voice

[assume]

📸: Tom Lowe

[irisierende-deactivated20190105]

[stelleamezzogiorno]

Bunnies love flowers 🌼

[thepoliticalnoteboo1deac]

…often women aren’t allowed to be characters in history, they have to be stereotypes. Cleopatra was a poet and a philosopher, she was incredibly good at maths; she wasn’t that much of a looker. But when we think of her, we think: big breasted seductress bathing in milk. Often, even when women have made their mark and they are remembered by history, we are offered a fantasy version of their lives.

Dr. Bettany Hughes on women’s absence from history, and the ways historians need to actively put women back into the narrative.  (via thepoliticalnotebook)

[micdotcom]

For more on the Fermi Paradox and why alien life hasn’t found us yet. (Infographic via futurism)

[myboyfriendpetebuttigieg]

I’ve blogged about this paradox before, but I’ve never read all of these resolutions to it, nor have it seen it explained in such a simple infographic.

[just--space]

Out There

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[astronomynerd-blog]

“Antares Region” by Jörg-Peter Schräpler on Flickr.

[1010ll]

[stay-human]

We’ve been taught that women need to be flawless even when our flawlessness is wildly implausible, sexy even when our sexiness is a break from plot. We’re sprinting through Jurassic Park in heels, fighting supervillains in strapless corsets, being stranded on deserted islands for days without a hint of stubble. Real female bodies are so taboo that hair-removal-cream ads show hairless legs even before the cream is applied… So, for every teen girl leaning into her bedroom mirror, wondering why she doesn’t look like a celebrity: Please know that nobody wakes up like this. Not me. Not any other actress. (Not even Beyoncé. I swear.) Here’s the real deal: Before each public appearance, I spend 90 minutes in a makeup chair. Three to six people work on my hair and makeup, while a professional touches up my nails. My eyebrows are tweezed and threaded every week. There’s concealer on parts of my body that I could never have predicted would need concealing. I’m up at 6am every day and at the gym by 7:30. I exercise for 90 minutes and, some evenings, again before bed. It’s someone’s full-time job to decide what I can and cannot eat. There are more ingredients in my face packs than in my food. There’s a team dedicated to finding me flattering outfits. After all that, if I’m still not “flawless” enough, there are generous servings of Photoshop. I’ve said it before, and I will keep saying it: It takes an army, a lot of money, and an incredible amount of time to make a female celebrity look the way she does when you see her. It isn’t realistic, and it isn’t anything to aspire to.

I Didn’t Wake Up Like This | Bollywood actress Sonam Kapoor writes about her struggle with body image and the way media sets unhealthy and impossible standards for women–even the ones who are the standard. (via stay-human)

[runway-report]

Details at Christian Dior Couture Spring 2017

[runway-report]

Jessie Bloemendaal at Valentino Pre-Fall 2017

[assume]

I just wanna wear one of these dresses for like two seconds 😭

[block]

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back

Paulo Coelho (via itcuddles)