Skie

coffee and words.

[theartofanimation]

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[ashstfu]

god’s strongest soldiers are girls who are constantly overwhelmed by everything. and also girls on the first day of their period

[skie-writes]

You barely take care of yourself these days.

Your favourite movie somehow seems bland; all you do is stare at the screen, waiting for the fit of giggles to drown you, steadfast and safe. The last song you were listening to has been stuck on loop for weeks, it now seems useless to switch to another. The arms that envelope you are your own, but the sighs of relief have died beneath the burden of legs jittering under the table. Believe me, love, it's alright. I understand.

The dreams of lying under the blanket of stars left you a long time back; these days you wake up agitated, for the fear of falling from darkness to darkness sucks the life out of you. For this darkness is a cave of monsters where you subsist but have never stepped inside.

You conjure conspiracies of a life that you thought you had, and now everything seems to be falling apart like the torn scraps of paper tossed across your room, begging to meet with the tears falling down so that the ink on scrap can drown itself in a pool of nothingness. Time lingers, waiting for you to smile. A heartbeat passes, and you don't even perceive the seconds, and the minutes, and the hours, watching you pass by, their faces pressed against the glass doors soundlessly yelling your name in the void.

I know how it feels to be ruined, love. Take your time. Breathe.

I know the feeling of the moon hitting your knees, of toppling over things that seemed too harsh to carry, of not having the option to unload the luggage that was not even yours to bear in the first place. It's alright; I've got you.

I know what it feels like to be told to learn to love your flaws, and instead, you start living with them. It's alright. I've got you.

I may not be much. But I've got you.

-s.j.

[poppiesandpromises]

I settle into this decay

I think that hope has gone away

The stardust leaking from my veins

The glimmer dims, the glowing wanes

My seashell heart is ocean swept

I drown in all the tears I've wept

I'm past pain, the scars emerge

A lullaby becomes a dirge

An evening forest, clear cut now

This peace the world will not allow

I am ground to dust instead

Alone save the voices in my head

[skie-writes]

Hush, my breath whispers down my throat.

A smile adorns my face,

Sadly, my hands weren’t the ones to carve it.

I struggle to scuff it off,

Silly me- I never remembered being this scarred.

My eyes howl with a hysterical rage

Smouldering the brown of my iris to a deep, scorching black.

A black as dark as if the lights went out,

Leaving me dead inside.

Yet, when I stare,

A shiver runs down their spine

As if the locks of my hair have morphed into serpents that hiss of a warning,

I heard when they turned off the lights.

As if, Medusa breathes in me.

As if, Athena relishes the way I sputter words, I forgot I had memorised.

I catch sunlight in my palms, and

They see me and stutter.

For I subsist in a galaxy of being everything but beautiful,

For I have stopped being rational.

For I revel in the insanity of my existence.

A smile creeps up on my face-

I had carved it.

[skie-writes]

I am ripped into the feeling of being alive.

This guttural need to perish at the hands that have only seemed to belong to my body,

Now wrench my soul.

I ache in al that exists.

I ache in covert.

[kitchen-light]

“The older I get, the less I see the care of noticing. Maybe this is why I read poems. A poem does not have to happen. It does not have to trend itself toward the extraordinary, to escalate or conflict or inflict or do anything other than pay attention — however the poet chooses, to whatever the poet chooses to pay attention to. To record that attention — to transcribe a litany of detail, and then to walk through the open doors that such detail allows for, by, say, placing the sky inside an open casket — is to make real the dream of poetry, which is the beautiful and generous space of play and care and grief and love and so much else.”

— Devin Kelly, from his essay ‘J. Estanislao Lopez’s “What the Fingers Do” | Thoughts on detail, perfection, and loss.”, published on December 11, 2022

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[tinyghosts]

“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”

– Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

[nasa]

Follow NASA’s Artemis I Moon Mission: Live Tracker, Latest Images, and Videos

On Nov. 16, 2022, the Artemis I mission officially began with the launch of the Orion spacecraft atop the Space Launch System rocket. The rocket and spacecraft lifted off from historic Launch Complex 39B at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida.

Now, the Orion spacecraft is about halfway through its journey around the Moon. Although the spacecraft is uncrewed, the Artemis I mission prepares us for future missions with astronauts, starting with Artemis II.

Stay up-to-date with the mission with the latest full-resolution images, mission updates, on-demand and live video.

Imagery:

Find full-resolution images from the Orion spacecraft as they are released here.

Launch imagery can be found here. When Orion splashes down in the Pacific Ocean on Dec. 11, the images will be available here, as well!

Videos:

This playlist contains informational videos, as well as upcoming and past live events, about Artemis I.

You can watch a livestream of the Artemis I mission here. (Just a note: the livestream may cut off during moments when the Orion team needs higher bandwidth for activities.)

Keep yourself updated on the upcoming broadcasts of Artemis milestones with the NASA TV schedule.

Trackers:

Our Artemis I Tracker uses live telemetry data streamed directly from Mission Control Center in Houston to show Orion position, attitude, solar array positions, and thruster firings throughout the mission.

“Eyes on the Solar System” shows Orion's position along the Artemis I trajectory and in relation to other NASA spacecraft and objects in the solar system.

“DSN Now” shows which antenna on Earth’s Deep Space Network is communicating with Orion.

Updates:

Read up on where Orion is and what’s next in the Artemis I mission with the Mission Blog.

Thank you so much for following with us on this historic mission. Go Artemis!

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[manimmichelle]

trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to live, while trying to forgive, while trying to love, while trying to be loved

[perfectquote]

“One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world.”

— Susane Colasanti

[writey-unicorn]

39 days until NaNoWriMo

[skie-writes]

It is bewitching how intrinsically flawed I am. That one moment I could be enamoured of the infinite number of unknown stars, glimmering innocently in the night sky, and in the next, I could fall into that abyss of endless sadness, each wave drowning me as if for the first time.

That there are days when my inside screams 'HELP', crawling into a cavern of endless solitude; days when my soul seemingly ceases to exist, even when I laugh like a giant prehistoric ape at my dad's lame attempts to make a joke.

That there are eternal moments where I hope for the existence of an infinite number of myself, rejuvenating realism, and yet, ink on paper makes me shed more tears than reality ever did.

And even though there are times when I regret existing in this version of all the infinite possibilities of lives I could have led,

Of all the other universes I could have been happier in,

That little voice that screams for help inside me, knows that pain and love and sorrow is the inevitable cocoon I was born to, and the sorry shroud of the coffin of all existence.

For grief and tragedy are so intrinsically flawed in themselves,

That I find it beautiful that it will never be the worst.

Call me deplorable or unhinged,

But it is so soothing, simply knowing

That I will never know if the worst has already happened.

[skie-writes]

For every flower smeared on her heart, they would call her beautiful.

And she would just smile.

Only she knew; the roses that bled red, buried the scars so well.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Never forget how much fun writing is. You get to make up little guys and other people will love the little guys (because of their stupid human pack bonding brains) and then you can do things to the guys and make readers feel things. You get to make up little mysteries and put them in and watch readers tear themselves apart puzzling it out, but you don’t have to go through that, you’re safe because you know. You already know all the answers and they don’t. You get to put a guy in a situation and surround him with mysteries and be like “hahaha everyone is going to HATE this.”

But they won’t leave. No. They’ll stay to see what happens to the guy and what the answers are. You can force them to think and feel things for YEARS.

[orpheuslament]

on loneliness, After Cameron Awkward-Rich, Dante Émile