You’re a sky full of stars
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Honestly if you haven’t seen the videos from the Anti-Corruption protests in Romania at the moment when over 300,000 people light their phones up toward the sky
You need to. (25 seconds on) (also the noise, the NOISE)
when 👍 you 👍 look 👍 at 👍 the 👍 night 👍 sky 👍 and 👍 remember 👍 aliens 👍 are 👍 out 👍 there 👍 somewhere 👍
use 👏 the 👏 clapping 👏 emoji 👏 and 👏 meme 👏 right 👏
Let 👏 nasa 👏 do 👏 what 👏 they 👏 want 👏 with 👏 their 👏 alien 👏 positivity 👏 posts 👏 you 👏 salty 👏 fuck 👏
I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.
It happens every autumn. Or when I smell the smoke of a fresh outdoor fire in September. Or as I walk through piles of leaves in a quiet wood in October.
It takes days of regret after a stupid mistake, but it takes years of regret after a chance that was never taken.
“Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk along, but no flowers grow on it.”
— Vincent van Gogh
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