veni, vidi, amavi.

i cant think of the fact that humans send messages saying ’where are you? who are you?’ from earth to the giant and empty space all around us for too long because it makes me cry so hard and feel so human and lonely

things that humans have sent to space as a friendly gesture that make me cry my eyes out:

- whale songs

- sounds of footsteps, laughter and a kiss

- an hour-long recording of the brainwaves of someone who was, among other thoughts, thinking about what it is like to fall in love

- an illustration of two people holding hands

- so many sentences in almost 60 languages, including these: ’Friends of space, how are you all? Have you eaten yet? Come visit us if you have time.’ ’Greetings from a computer programmer in a small university town on planet Earth.’ ’Are you well?’ ’We are happy here and you be happy there.’ ’How's everyone? We all very much wish to meet you, if you're free please come and visit.’ ’Wishing you happiness, health and many years.’ ’Welcome home. It is a pleasure to receive you.’

This has no theme I guess

or maybe it does

But it’s just that’s it’s november now and it’s cold and lonely without you and time doesn’t move like it’s supposed to and I don’t know what to do

Albert Camus, from a diary entry featured in Notebooks, 1935-1942

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

the wheel of time is turning onwards and i find that once again, i've been left behind.

memento mori, memento vivere (remember you must die, so remember to live)

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

— Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses, "Little Crazy Love Song"

archive moodboard for @randomlyblue

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Joanna Klink, from "Aerial", Raptus