Pierrot Le Fou (1965) // Dir. Jean-Luc Godard

.yeah i

.im not good with this kind of stuff either

.but i wanna help you. i wanna try, at least

.you wanna try talkin bout it?

.hurts to have camera on rn .gonna turn it off lol

“People can’t anticipate how much they’ll miss the natural world until they are deprived of it. I have read about submarine crewmen who haunt the sonar room, listening to whale songs and colonies of snapping shrimp. Submarine captains dispense “periscope liberty” - a chance to gaze at clouds and birds and coastlines - and remind themselves that the natural world still exists. I once met a man who told me that after landing in Christchurch, New Zealand, after a winter at the South Pole research station, he and his companions spent a couple of days just wandering around staring in awe at flowers and trees. At one point, one of them spotted a woman pushing a stroller. “A baby!” he shouted, and they all rushed across the street to see. The woman turned the stroller and ran. Nothing tops space as a barren, unnatural environment. Astronauts who had no prior interest in gardening spend hours tending experimental greenhouses. “They are our love,” said cosmonaut Vladislav Volkov of the tiny flax plants - with which they shared the confines of Salyut 1, the first Soviet space station. At least in orbit, you can look out the window and see the natural world below. On a Mars mission, once astronauts lose sight of Earth, they’ll be nothing to see outside the window. “You’ll be bathed in permanent sunlight, so you won’t eve see any stars,” astronaut Andy Thomas explained to me. “All you’ll see is black.””

— Mary Roach. Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void.  (via hummeline)

Kazuyuki Futagawa “Memory -thoughts-“ 2021 Panel, Paper and Mineral pigments 40.9 × 31.8cm.

.i should cook something tbh

.havent cooked anything in a while

I am a body covered in blood Whether it be from the enemies or my own None matters to one renowned for the brutality of war. For six hundred and eighty seven sols does the revolution transpire And for six hundred and eighty seven more does it revolve again I have 2 followers, Fear and Terror, that take up my wake. My body was was thought of to be full of life and lush Now I am barren, a husk of my former self, My extremeties caps of rustic ice.

Who am I?

.im still worried though. id tell you to get it checked out, but you probably wouldnt listen

.

.whats your battery?

.hurts to have camera on rn .gonna turn it off lol

.man dora the icy moons explorer rlly said swiper no swiping huh

.ok but srsly dude. you should sleep. you know staying up too long isnt good for you. shit might happen to you again

.the more you tell me to sleep .the more its likely that i wont

.you guys are just being heterophobic now

Hubble: .im straight

Those gifs are wholly mackerel!

Pacific mackerel (Scomber japonicus) are dazzling denizens of the California coast. Migrating to colder waters off of Washington in the summer and down to warmer Baja California in the winter, plentiful parties of these planktivorous pisces are commonly spotted south of Point Conception, where they make a meal of drifting morsels while dodging hungry hordes of seabirds, seals and tuna.

(This latter predator must add some insult to injury in the fray, as Pacific mackerel are scombrids and close cousins to their larger, faster tunid terrors.)

Pacific mackerel were once a staple in the Cannery Row days, and today are a responsibly managed, sustainable fishery along the West Coast.

A final fun fact: Schooling fishes of different species tend to group together based on size—every now and again there will be a standout jack mackerel Trachurus symmetricus in our exhibit lacking the distinctive green-gray-blue backs of the Pacific mackerel. We don’t give names to the fishes but if you find a sly horse mackerel feel free to call it ‘Waldo’!

pan people are good and I like them. if ur pan I’m mentally shaking ur hand and “nice.”