I'm Lu, nocturnal daydreamer, reckless scientist, pursuer of knowledge and euphoria.

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"A still more glorious dawn awaits."

July 21st
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ilovecharts:

The US Geological Survey published a global geologic map of Mars this month, based on an unprecedented variety, quality, and quantity of remotely sensed data.
Click through for a larger image. The source is here, with a legend here.

ilovecharts:

The US Geological Survey published a global geologic map of Mars this month, based on an unprecedented variety, quality, and quantity of remotely sensed data.

Click through for a larger image. The source is here, with a legend here.

July 20th
7:06 PM
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Azuma Makoto sends flowers to space in his latest installation piece, Exobiotanica.

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thecindercone:

Foggy mornings in the trees

thecindercone:

Foggy mornings in the trees

July 19th
11:37 PM
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a message from thelonelyztoner


whats afrofuturism?

afro-dominicano:

"Afrofuturism is an emergent literary and cultural aesthetic that combines elements of science fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, Afrocentricity, and magic realism with non-Western cosmologies in order to critique not only the present-day dilemmas of people of color, but also to revise, interrogate, and re-examine the historical events of the past."

basically dope ass black scifi without all the whiteness

James Dean photographed by Roy Schatt, 1954.

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luutopia:

Someone folded a piece of paper

I hoped it said “I wrote this for you”

Instead it said “please don’t tell her”

I sleep on our graves

We hadn’t even grown old yet

I won’t kiss you, it’s thorny

Aren’t we just seas of atoms? When we went to the top of the mountain, I asked if you wanted to take a break from the end of the world. Waiting for trains that won’t come, hop-scotching on empty platforms. But rather, you softened the grip on your yesterdays, held on to the salt and pepper of her body. Cute freckles and cuter lips. How long until thermal equilibrium will tear us apart? I have a thousand love to give, and two hundred and seventy eight of it flows through your secrets and fingertips. Only you and I will understand how beautiful emptiness is, without which the stars won’t shine. Blood Falls will freeze over, ozone will drip onto the Antarctic, his breathe will move the Auroras, and days will become months, but even if the sun will swallow us whole, our broken wrists will still be across the world. Silent daydreams, and ruined birthday parties, and no godchildren. Cross-hatched feelings, distant jazz songs, a million sleepless nights. You would have liked the kind of house I built for us.