i could never delete my tumblr. it would be like someone burning their diary. it is the only thing keep those years from blurring together completely. i don’t know how u girlies do it.
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.’
“IF YOU THINK GAYS ARE REVOLTING … WE ARE!,” rally against police harassment, Houston, Texas, April 1979. Photo from Upfront Magazine, c/o the Botts Collection of LGBT History. (x)
