Cosmos - Blog Posts
𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐺𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.
𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝑢ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑎ℎ
Remain grounded and the cosmic spirits will guide you.
The birth of the cosmos
Shes having a rough day😔
Guys please don’t take the Tw lightly it is gorey😭if you don’t fancy seeing someone get slice in two DONT watch😭😭
This took way less time than expected uhm…heh…😅
I’ve been locked in making this TRUST
Is it a little patchy and messy.…yeah probably…but HEY!1 it’s okay❤️
Trust me guys they are best buddies💕💕
It’s my first time drawing this kind of stuff properly so gulps..wouldn’t be my best work
“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let them live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.” ~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse - February 16th, 1997.
"Betelgeuse, a red supergiant star about 600 light-years distant, is seen in this Hubble Space Telescope image - the first direct picture of the surface of a star other than the Sun. While Betelgeuse is cooler than the Sun, it is more massive and over 1000 times larger. If placed at the center of our Solar System, it would extend past the orbit of Jupiter. Betelgeuse is also known as Alpha Orionis, one of the brightest stars in the familar constellation of Orion, the Hunter. Like many star names, Betelgeuse is Arabic in origin. It is derived from a phrase which refers to the hunter's shoulder or armpit, the general area occupied by this star in drawings of the figure in the constellation. As a massive red supergiant, it is nearing the end of its life and will soon become a supernova."
by Felix Pinchi Aguirre
Tita Medicina
by Ruysen Flores
I’ve been feeling really disconnected lately. I crave conversations about astronomy, psychology, and philosophy—those deep dives into mythology and the mysteries of the universe. I want to discuss the stars, the moon, and the way different languages shape our thoughts. It’s tough when no one around me shares that passion; it often feels like I’m speaking a different language. If you’re out there and want to explore these topics together, let’s connect. I’d love to find someone to share ideas and rants with.
srupid thing i think about enough to post here, this was made for a school contest
the results are going to be announced may 7th probably so that'll be very soon
《¤》●This is it, whatever it is that's hard for you to let go, your missed opportunities, people you had to let go of when you were in love, toxicities, your failures, things that killed you, it all starts and ends here. Nothing matters as our cycle of humanity is locked inside terrestrially and there are things far beyond the galaxies, lightyears and our sight. Clusters of stars miles and miles away from this Earth, where you die with your heartaches.
● What you gained or missed, nothing matters. You end here where you started from, but there are things far beyond this place, too massive for us that we're merely existent, too dark to be explained, bodies of questions where nothing about us matters.
● For a moth born in a jar, the roof of the jar is everything it knows and fears to cross, and an illusion of truth. 《¤》●
☆~Does the universe create a Supernova, when somewhere lightyears away in a planet, its child fall apart and the sadness inside her, break and collide with each other? When the memories burst her heart inside and out, do the stars collide with each other there too,creating a black hole, resembling the void inside her? Or has it been eternally resilent? For I've felt the stardusts in my lungs everytime I cry.☆~
Мой новый комикс "Встреча". Я много размышляла над этой историей: о двух людях, которые живут на одной планете и ничего не знают друг о друге. Каждый день механизм их планеты переворачивается, но ничего не меняется до тех пор, пока они не встречают друг друга. Что с ними начинает происходить, что они чувствуют, когда понимают, что планета должна совершить следующий поворот, как живут после, уже зная, что однажды эта встреча повторится, ведь такова логика их планеты. Эти вопросы и создавали атмосферу всей истории.
'Lil Space Boy 🌟
EN : Today I wanted to try my alcohol markers again, with some Posca, it's not that bad ... I suppose? 😅
FR : Aujourd'hui, je voulais réessayer mes marqueurs à alcool, avec quelque Posca, ce n'est pas si mal ... je suppose? 😅
Symphony of the Cosmos
In the swirls of the universe, is sung a symphony of poetic verse. The tunes of stars that burn so bright, Burning balls of nuclear fusion, lighting up the night. The gentle hums of the cosmic waves, like the songs of the sirens, carry stories of a distant place, in the hums of radio and gamma rays. Woodwinds of drifting planets sing the tune to their waltz, shillouettes of celestials dance around their stars. Percussions of a harmonic phenomenon, The Big Bang, Black Holes or a Hazy Nebula, Either the nebula's lullaby of a blossoming life, or the black hole announcing the swan song of light. They echo across the silent cosmos, exotic remnants of stars that shone bright. The seraphic strings of the harp are played, by the moons of the planet's waltz, a subtle tune of joy and merry, by the satellites lighting up our nights. Hear the symphony of the cosmos, The melody of our universe.