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Almost everything in this image from the Hubble telescope is a galaxy, each containing billions of stars.
In a dark patch of sky the size of a grain of sand at arm's length Hubble found an estimated 10,000 galaxies, extending back to a few hundred million years of the big bang.
deklo: have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i’ll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSxgqPiy00
📷 facinaoris: The Burning Ones, Salma Deera tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSxbPaym00
thoughtkick: “I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.” — Unknown tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSxWtISW00
memoryslandscape: “This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future;” — Margaret Atwood, from “Shapechangers In Winter,” Morning in... tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSxUUgWW00
angelsinthewater: “after we have caught love we start eating it to the bone.” — The Hunger Moon; A key to common lethal fungi by Marge Piercy tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSdAweKy00
eflor: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSdAB5iW00
mental–healthawareness: Remember that even good changes can make us feel depressed, because, as creatures of habit, we’re resistant to change. That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t the right choice. tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSd9aZ0W00
cruellheaven: “Nothing but the sound of rain” — Joanna Klink, from Night On Land in “Excerpts From A Secret Prophecy” (via adrasteiax) tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScsE7qe00
lachantefleurie: ““Desire is about vanishing. You dream a bowl of cherries and next day receive a letter written in red juice.”” — – Anne Carson, in Norma Jeane Baker of Troy tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScq3_qm00
📷 salemwitchtrials: Claritas, Denise Levertov [ID: Sun / light. Light / light light light.] tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScpArue00
soracities: “Maybe the rain is “sweet” because it falls through so much of the world.” — Ocean Vuong, from “Notebook Fragments”, Night Sky With Exit Wounds tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScp0yey00
📷 sempiterial: Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Night in a Commune” tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScfGCqa00
memoryslandscape: “Like summer thunderstorms you put the ecstasy back in my sadness.” — Molly Kirschner, from “Love Poem #17,” Notes for Further Research (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017) tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScdtLii00
📷 flowerytale: Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry, September 1st 1938. tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScdh_Km00
soracities: “I felt and saw the night outside deep within me. Wind and wetness, autumn, bitter smell of foliage, scattered leaves of the elm tree.” — Hermann Hesse, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse (trans. Jack Zipes) tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScdcemW00
📷 soracities: Emily Dickinson, ‘The name–of it–is Autumn’ (Poem 656), The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson [Text ID: “The name–of it–is “Autumn”– the hue–of it–is Blood–”] tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScdL4Cu00
violentwavesofemotion: “I learned to know the love of bare November days,” — Robert Frost, from The Complete Poems; “My November Guest,” (via violentwavesofemotion) tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaScclj8W00
nefhertari: “It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island (via litverve) tmblr.co/ZvH6zxaSccSQGe00