#physics poem

[art-of-mathematics]

A silly "Elfchen" in German.

Quantenschaum

und Quantenwitz;

Darin liegt Bizarres,

das nie ein Mensch

begriff.

... roughly translates to

"Quantum foam and quantum wit; In it lies the bizarre - what no human has ever fathomed."

[asoftepiloguemylove]

break my arms around the one i love

poem: Shauna Barbosa GPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie Hogarth Motherthing / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada Limón The Good Fight / @sunsbleeding

[fairydrowning]

Since it's the last day of the year, and many people will be sharing their achievements or fulfilled goals but this post is a reminder that it's completely alright if the only thing you did this year was survive and be alive.

[taitavva]

[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]

[acarwrotethisrice]

Body horror

I am a cyborg because I’m disabled; metal and gears keep me up and moving

I am a vampire because I’m chronically ill; hungry for the life force coursing through people

I am a mummy because I’m disabled; all bandages holding together a failing body

I am a zombie because I’m disabled; all crawling dragging movements

I am disabled because I’m a human. I am a human because I’m disabled

my body is not horrifying so I am not body horror

[mywordsfortheuniverse]

I need a hug. But not just any kind of hug. The kind of hug where you can rest your head on their chest and listen to the soft sounds of their breath. One that rubs your back in lazy circles. A hug that makes you feel like nothing can ever hurt you again. The kind of hug that squeezes you extra close for the last little bit.

[marxm0703]

🌕

A poem I wrote after fainting at work and seeing the reactions of those around me. Someone had made an insensitive joke and inspired me to write this. I put a lot of heartache into this so I hope others who ache too can enjoy. I personally think it's some of my best.

-Michael

[fagdykepearlescentmoon]

there is something so terrifying about wanting to be held, a years deep ache in my bones, like a child sobbing pleading for someone to notice, to care.

come here darling, I swear I will not bite, come here please, smooth away the cracks in my skin, piece me back together with the gold of your love, like the japanese would repair their pottery.

there is something so vulnerable about wanting to be touched, undoing me with a mere brush of the fingers, peeling back my layers like the skin of an orange, and each golden segment of my soul, is an offering (i love you).

oh, do you think you could hold me? just this once? kiss the backs of my knees when they ache? trace the divots of my spine like exploring a foreign land? memorize the shape of my nose, my jaw, my eyes, turning the terrain of my body into something familiar.

Perhaps it is selfish of me to ask for such a thing, I have always been a rather demanding creature, a dog, scratching at the door, begging to be let in.

I will be gentle I swear, curl up in your chest, your ribcage can be a temple, your heart the god I bow before, praying you might hold me, if only for a little while.

[calamitys-child]

There is a poem about having a threesome with a couple that are so in love that their care for eachother spills over and onto you. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing you reblog it, I was wondering if you know what it's name is? feeling insane about it etc.

It's called After the Threesome, They Both Take You Home by Sue Hyon Bae and it makes me UNWELL here's a copy for you

[marinotcurie]

the beauty of simple things.

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

Passion Returns 🔥

Seeing the passion return as a flicker to a flame within your eyes.

I crave your naked touch.

So raw with longing and desire.

Will you cleanse me with your pleasure to ease me from my pain..?

Feeling your mouth, that kiss begins to saturate my soul.

Your magic begins to rain over me.

The flame so healing I get lost in time.

Feeling your warm kiss below begins the divine trance of desire.

Reaping your love like a hungry lost soul.

Opening my eyes, I'm begging not to let you go.

Me

[psyfis]

some possible explanations for the fermi paradox, according to wikipedia (inspired by this vid)

downloadable as a zine on my etsy!

[galactic-spec-of-dust]

You are my universe. Letting you go was my death.

[fairydrowning]

My father is in the kitchen cooking dinner. Pots are banging, and the peas are overflowing. I ask him for the fifth time when dinner will be ready. 'When it is in front of you' he says.

Now the kitchen is empty and I am alone at the dinner table. Grief is the only thing in front of me. I am not ready. I wish you had of asked me if I was ready.

I am alone at this table and I am not ready. Patience was not his virtue but grief is setting the table and I am not ready to say goodbye. I wish you had waited till I was ready.

And in a whisper, I hear my father say 'but here it is, in front of you. Grief does not wait for dinner to be served before it takes a seat at the table.'

– Hannah Green, "Knocking On Heavens Door" (Via 'unspokengrief' on Tumblr)

[fuckingwhateverdude]

10.5.23

[mywordsfortheuniverse]

I want to ask you for a hug. It sounds so simple and innocent when I say it like that. I want to know if your hugs can make the world pause even if it’s just for a moment. Right now everything is on fire and I just need to breathe a bit of fresh air in all this smoke. Please.