“Pero ¿cuándo El Amor S Propiamente Amor? ¿Puede Uno Amar A Quien Le Acompañó Por Una Hora? ¿Por

Hand formed aluminium Magic Bus

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Kazuki’s Photo

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Berlin Alexanderplatz | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1980

Part 12: Die Schlange in der Seele der Schlange

Barbara Sukowa

For a minute, just for a minute, you made it feel like home. Maren and Lee in Bones and All (2022)

Sometimes… there’s more than meets the eye. 👀 You’re looking at two very different takes on an iconic image. ⁣

Human eyes can see only a small portion of the range of radiation given off by the objects around us. We call this wide array of radiation the electromagnetic spectrum, and the part we can see visible light.

In the first image, researchers revisited one of Hubble Space Telescope’s most popular sights: the Eagle Nebula’s Pillars of Creation. Here, the pillars are seen in infrared light, which pierces through obscuring dust and gas and unveil a more unfamiliar — but just as amazing — view of the pillars. ⁣ ⁣ The entire frame is peppered with bright stars and baby stars are revealed being formed within the pillars themselves. The image on the bottom is the pillars in visible light.

Image Credit: NASA, ESA/Hubble and the Hubble Heritage Team⁣

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— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, from Aristotle And Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via lunamonchtuna)

Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please, don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I’m not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you. 

With love, Gilbert. 

P. S. Thanks for the pen. Good luck at Queens.

That’s how we met. A bookshop in Paris. A woman introduces herself as Gertrude and tells me I do not want to purchase the book I’m perusing, as it’s impossibly bleak and, in the end, the protagonist is murdered! I spent my next decades hiding what I was reading, as she couldn’t help but spoil the ending of every novel or night at the theatre.