Victor, 22, queer, genderfluid/bigender, he/she/they, intp, autistic 𓇚
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Latest Posts by themoonishappy - Page 10
I'm so gay for Regina georgd and also high
things i would like to do with my girlfriend (if I ever find one)
-falling asleep together while cuddling
-pressing our foreheads together
-waking up while my gf is still asleep and surprising her with pancakes
-lying on the grass together and looking into each other's eyes or at the clouds
-having picnics together
-reading together in bed before sleep
-my gf doing my makeup (bc I suck at it)
-watching She-Ra together under a shared blanket
FLAT FORM / Penthouse -B by naf architect and design // Hiroshima Prefecture, Higashi-Hiroshima City, Japan
X-Ray Image Taken By Nikola Tesla (1896)
The discovery of X-rays is credited to German scientist Wilhelm Roentgen for first detecting the electromagnetic radiations by accident in his 1895 experiments where he was testing whether cathode rays could pass through glass. Not many know this, but Nikola Tesla was experimenting in the same field prior to Roentgen and published his experimental results in numerous scientific periodicals during the early 1890s. Since these rays were still unknown Tesla used the term “radiant matter" to describe these radiations. Tesla produced some of the first X-ray imaging, which he called “shadowgraphs,” but his laboratory caught fire on March 13, 1895, and Tesla would lose everything including all photos and paperwork.
He would later give all credit to Rontgen for the discovery, and throughout the next few years produced some of the best X-ray images that even Roentgen praised. Tesla would also be the first scientist to warn the scientific community about the harms of X-rays, and designed methods to use them correctly.
“Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation endure for all time. In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, we will seize authority from the gods.”
heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)
“Who will listen any more to their long, slow songs; who understands the language of stones? Not these people, for sure. They don't even know that the stones are alive.”― Sharon Blackie
Foxfire, Wolfskin: and Other Stories of Shapeshifting Women
Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself. Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.
Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand
sorry guys, samsara is my fault, I just really love experiences. yeah I didn't know everyone else wasn't enjoying it, my bad
