#it is so.

[kcyars99]

Reminder that Reid Wiseman, Victor Glover, Christina Koch, and Jeremy Hansen are about to reenter Earth’s atmosphere at 25,000 mph through 5,000-degree heat, and I will not be calm until they’re on the ground. God be with them as they return back to earth as You were with them as they ascended to space , amen

[3416]

"will smith from macklin celebrini. hope to hear that a lot over the next decade or more" okay

[decay1ngstatic]

jiah papiah <3

arisho

is it okay if i leave phrase/object empty? (like my brain) {fortune cookie maybe? brain is still empty}

fluffity fluff fluff

mwah mwah mwah ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

jiah’s ⨾ ARISHO ARISHO ARISHO. ahem. yes. here is shoko meeting aria for the first time.

[link to ask game]

˚₊‧꒰ა think of it like this— be it moon dusted evenings, or feathery light sunshine, shoko’s eyes remain quiet. not because a troublesome muse lies within, but because no tender fingertips reach out to drum against her ribs, no saccharine lullaby caresses her frosty cheeks.

(shoko has always been the sharp edge of a blunt knife, all because she doesn’t know what else to be.)

perhaps this streetlit asphalt on yet another day would match the hollowness she’s so full of— even when the soft click of her heels sounde a little damp, like something’s stuck. her hand cradles a note— nothing too important; at least what she makes out to be, anyway. just a silly little print on a too thin paper, veiled by sugary flour that satoru had already devoured hours ago.

and yet— something made her reach out, something made her stare. something made the fullness bloom, not suffocate.

loved by angels. such irony. she lets out a small tsk, the corner of her lips twitching up in the same, insufferably smile that always shone from miles away.

(angels may love her all they’d like, but they can’t wash away the blood that clings to her hands.)

shoko blinks when something— or someone— bumps into her, not hard enough to drive her out of balance— but enough for her to stop and look at the something that’s been clinging to it since the moment she left her clinic.

a wax seal. probably fell off one of those cheap bakery business cards that satoru infested her desk with. still, it makes her chest ache with something she can’t quite put her finger on.

loved by angels.

“sorry,” says the someone she bumped into. their eyes widen, and shoko’s reminded of a fawn— a fawn whose knees do not tremble, but stay steady. like the vulnerability bleeding out of their edges is what makes them shine. “i—i didn’t see you.” a pause, before they fumble for a tissue. “hold on, you’re bleeding a little. . ”

bleeding? thinks shoko, dazed— her mind’s not in it, misty purple lilacs filling spaces which she never knew existed. but when aria’s gentle hands reach out to cleanse the blood off her cheek, shoko sucks in a breath.

loved by angels.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Catherine honey noooooooooooo

[regicidal-defenestration]

The Eighth Doctor & Charley Pollard 🤝 Mr How and Mrs Why

To love someone so much you become part of them, in the most literal sense there is, bound together unable to tell where one of you ends and the other begins

[iheartmoons]

“It is no accident, Ma, that the comma resembles a fetus – that curve of continuation. We were all once inside our mothers, saying with our entire curved and silenced selves, more, more, more. I want to insist that our being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. And so what? So what if all I ever made of my life was more of it?”

- on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, by Ocean Vuong

[yume-fanfare]

this was kinosei's greatest work btw