Welcome 2 hell

My world's on fire, how about yours?

[ozroemoved-deactivated20240513]

it's a beautiful day to be a lesbian

[inkskinned]

i am writing a poem about the stars, on a computer made from earth materials. i am writing a poem about the metaphorical concept of the stars, using my real human body that has minerals from the big bang.

people often say - the brain named itself! and isn't that a wiggly little fact. the serpent that swallows itself. this is the name the brain wanted. the brain invented the language to name itself. invented communication to relay it.

i am resting my wrist bones because they hurt, and i experience pain with a brain that has named itself. not mine, though - someone else's brain named my brain, and then someone else's body taught my network how to refer to itself. at some point the electricity from one person's information encoded my matter into knowledge. if i think too hard about what it means to know something, i get vertigo.

there are pieces of each person floating around in the air, and will be for always, so long as there's atmosphere. and in the water, too. i like the word miasma. every so often i will catch a smell on the wind that reminds me of - something, like if i could just smell it again, i'd remember something important - and maybe that is evidence that some particles of myself have already floated off my past to find myself in the present.

i am writing a poem about stars in a body made from stars. so stars invented poetry. stars also invented how cliche it is to talk about being made from stardust. other stardust creations are bored of reading about how we are all stardust.

i keep thinking about images from telescopes and about space stations. i keep thinking - if we're the children of stars. well how about that? a tiny part of the stars named each star. we looked back at our ancestors - siblings? cousins? - and we realized we couldn't help but love the up. space, from whence we came. we found an echo in ourselves about the beauty of the moon - some part of us remembers what it was like, maybe, to be big and glowing too.

to paraphrase carl sagan: we are how the universe observes itself. how easy it was for us to love it. we invented poetry about it because it was so lovable and big even the brain-that-named-itself couldn't really grasp it. and even poetry can't touch the horizon of it. the universe has no shape and no edge.

but here we are, still: all of us. something the universe has managed to collect.

[honeymild]

the world is so inhospitable to quiet girls

[ryebreadgf]

something something the poetry of science etc

[brokentoothkiss]

[finalgoob]

[elodieunderglass]

Hat tip to @mugwomps

[saint-sebastian-coded]

are you your dad but a lesbian or are you normal

[charlottecors]

[hanmii]

the sky looked like cotton candy!!!!

[catcrumb]

[anajuise]

In honor of the longest night of the year, Mother Night and her celestial babies Hypnos and Thanatos 💙🌌

[sonypraystation]

kids will have philosophical discussions on a trampoline

[silverhawk]

i like musicals but like……good musicals. like the barbie movies

[geniusbee]

A mini-comic I made, exploring my thoughts on the corporatization of space travel, and what it means to expand capitalism beyond earth, into the universe. 

[mysharona1987]

Reddit’s nursing forum makes for some pretty grim reading.

[bogleech]

Why can’t it just be fine for anyone to look however the fuck they look. Why can’t anybody have big boobs or body hair or pattern baldness or muscles or curves no matter what gender they are. Why can’t anybody just be fat. Why does anybody still get mean about it. Why does anybody even still get mildly befuddled about it. Everybody’s looked like a bunch of ways for 200 thousand years

[whoarei]

she guessed my favorite color first try..

but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

[archai9925]

no, I will not do my stupid human tasks, I will stare at the ceiling and yearn for something I’ll never feel

[galvantual-moved-deactivated202]

yes i'm a gifted kid

g- gay

i- illiterate

f- fucked over

t- touchstarved

e- exhausted

d- disappointment