Jan 27
seen from Brazil
seen from China
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My Jupiter.
My 'almost' star.
She was never a home for life, her core not even solid enough to form a place to stand.
She could have been a star. Usurped by Her.
She screams through her violent windstorms, hundrends of years in length.
Her anguish is loud and endless. A swirling storm of volatility.
Billions of years could not assuage her.
Dozens of moons could not comfort her.
She is beautiful, and she is in agony.
And the worst of it is
She was never destined for stardom.
Oh freaking kay
Sundays are snooze days
My heart and soul
When mom catches you making out with a girl
my jupiter
We need some more rain before the horses can officially go outside, but Júpíter loves hand grazing.