using nothing more than newton’s laws of gravitation, we astronomers can confidently predict that several billion years from now our home galaxy, the milky way, will merge with our neighbouring galaxy, andromeda. because the distances between the stars are so great compared to their sizes, few if any stars in either galaxy will actually collide.
any life on the worlds of that far off future should be safe, but they will be treated to an amazing billion-year-long lightshow.
a dance of a half a trillion stars, to music first heard on one little world, by a man who had but one true friend.
You always have that one follower who attacks your notifications in the middle of the night and goes through your blog, reblogging everything in sight.
And you’re just like:
I’m more excited about using my new workout playlist tomorrow than I am about sleeping in.
That’s not the way college is supposed to work.
Is this a weird first semester freshman thing?
wow The Onion is dropping a lot of truth for a work of satire
I want to meet this dog
he’s overflowing with charisma
for the last fucking time representation does not mean shoving in a queer romance. it means acknowledging we fucking exist. it means a girl saying she likes girls. it means a character doing something as simple as checking out their same gender. you don’t have to be in a relationship to be recognized as queer. representation is not and never has been about ‘ships.’ it’s about normality. it’s about existing for a purpose other than a punchline or a god damned ship