Jun 1
Pretend the sun is just set—in the waining light your cat is fast asleep next to your head on the sofa back as you think peaceful creative thoughts—the ocean’s shore in the distance—its roar lulling you to sleep
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Pretend the sun is just set—in the waining light your cat is fast asleep next to your head on the sofa back as you think peaceful creative thoughts—the ocean’s shore in the distance—its roar lulling you to sleep
What pasta is secretly your favorite?
Secretly? I don't know- I'm up-front about loving pretty much all pasta.
*presents your favorite meal* ha!
(context: ask button says feed me)
*makes an origami crane out of a maraschino cherry stem and hands it to you.* I am delighted by your offering!!
What pasta is secretly your favorite?
Farfalle
Soft asks: 1. 25. 8.
What song makes you feel better?
A bunch, but for now I'm going to say..."Diagnosis" by Tre Mutava.
8. Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?
Fabric car seats, because that's what my mom used to have when I was growing up.
25. If your soul was a color, what would it be?
White, because I'm washed white as snow through Jesus ;) The non-practical answer though, I think indigo. Not quite blue, not quite purple, but somewhere in-between. Like the color in the sky just before the last sun ray slips off and before night truly arrives.
--- Send me a soft ask?
The world is a beautiful place with beautiful people doing beautiful things, sharing art and “I found this cool thing” and look at me I’m flying and what are you having for dinner and I love you. Not romantically, but with all the joy there is to joy on this whole branch of the milky way in this big blue ball we call home. Chillin at high velocity in the middle of space
A green flash across the night, Once, then twice, then still in flight, With sun-drawn tail against the trite, Once in eight hundred orbits of light, From frozen home survived the sun, Atlas watched the earth from above, As some looked back and noticed one, Atlas looked back as Icarian fell, Sungazer lost in ashen melt, So on carried the snow-stone, Cold into the stars alone. — GITM “Comet Tsuchinshan-ATLAS (C/2023 A3)” {rest in space C/2024 S1 }
For @nerdy-nessie (requested)
when it’s one of those days like you can feel all the sorrow of the world and its ages