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if i had big sharp pointy teeth id probably smile a lot more tbh
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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subtitles from Science Gossip, 1900
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“The little dot we live on.” The Book of knowledge. v. 7. 1912.
(found on the excellent nemfrog, gif by the-eternal-moonshine)
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Milky Way after a long hike
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“Our souls were lost in the sky where the stars came out;”— John Gould Fletcher, from The Walk on the Beach; The Tree of Life: Poems, 1918
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“The North Star and the dippers.” Our Wide, Wide World. 1932.
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Humans are obsessed with space. They love their beautiful moon and their life giving sun. They dream of the distant stars, giving them names and stories, and wish for distant planets, ones that spectacularly weird or a perfect replica of home. They reach into the inky black of empty night and say this is what I want and they name their robots and say I love you I miss you be safe. We are a species of land yet we always look towards the sky. Will we ever reach it?
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Itsuko Azuma
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