"HYDRA. S.H.I.E.L.D. Two sides of a coin that’s no longer currency."
an important factual presentation by me
All the facts.
ok yes good but Cleopatra was actually last Ptolemaic ruler of Egypt. The Ptolemies became the rulers of Egypt after the death of Alexander the Great when Ptolemy I ‘Soter’ (who was one of Alexander’s generals) claimed that area in the division of Alexander’s territories. Alexander and his men were Greek Macedonians, so despite the fact that the Ptolemies became synchretised with the Egyptian people over however many decades/centuries, Cleopatra was more Greek than she ever was African.
I’m actually really excited because I now know exactly what I’m going to get if I ever get a tattoo and idk that just makes me really happy
we ordered 600 roses and we had to wrap them all
People assume that gender identity and sexuality are strict progressions of male and female, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… timey wimey… stuff.
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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.