i honestly think the most beautiful kind of love is when someone is sure about you, no mixed signals, no confusion, just consistency, effort, and a feeling that they truly want you in their life.
This thought just hit me hard…
Left photo, my father is somewhere there and I’m not.
Right photo - I’m there but he isn’t.
Time moves forward slowly and quietly replacing us - temporary passengers on this beautiful spaceship
the fact we’re actively destroying it and killing its people thru war, genocide, greed, pollution/data centers, are we even allowed to look at her beauty and appreciate it? we’re killing her