ven.

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

what is it about stars that just keep you gazing at them. like they're literally the same stars that our ancestors have been looking up at for 5000 years now. we've gone as far as we can through satellites and telescopes naming all those we could reach. hoping to find something meaningful. something more. somewhere out there in that space of nothing and everything

Okay who cares if someone’s clingy???? They fucking love and adore you??? You don’t like being adored? Loser