@aquatic-space I LOVE EVERY BIT OF YOU. EVEN YOUR CARTILAGE ❤♥💛💚💙💜
The Signs and Love II:
Aries: You wear the pants in the relationship. You wear all the pants. Your partner is getting cold.
Taurus: When you say you love every bit of someone you better mean it. Make a check list. People forget about the cartilage.
Gemini: You are a lover like the produce section. You conjure many an image. You also make good salads.
Cancer: Surprise your significant other does not mean “startle them until they ask you to stop”. You are wasting a lot of money on confetti and air horns.
Leo: You love like the night sky. Boundless, and unattainable except to a small group of people who went to school for a long time.
Virgo: You show everyone you meet new and exiting ways to love. This is not always a good thing.
Libra: You leave a warm memory with everyone who loves you. A memory that, should you chose, can be used to burn their house down.
Scorpio: A guilty pleasure is a matter of attitude. Otherwise its just a pleasure.
Ophiuchus: You love like a rack for drying spices, slowly draining the moisture out of things until they are new and tasty.
Sagittarius: You love like a lance. Enough force to knock a motherfucker off a horse.
Capricorn: Bisexual Astro-communism.
Aquarius: You love with the intensity of a frat boy crushing a beer can against his forehead. Get drunk enough and pain is part of the fun.
Pisces: You love like a book of poetry. Confusing, but only at first.
From Washington, D.C., the rings would only fill a portion of the sky, but appear striking nonetheless. Here, we see them at sunrise.
From Guatemala, only 14 degrees above the equator, the rings would begin to stretch across the horizon. Their reflected light would make the moon much brighter.
From Earth’s equator, Saturn’s rings would be viewed edge-on, appearing as a thin, bright line bisecting the sky.
At the March and September equinoxes, the Sun would be positioned directly over the rings, casting a dramatic shadow at the equator.
At midnight at the Tropic of Capricorn, which sits at 23 degrees south latitude, the Earth casts a shadow over the middle of the rings, while the outer portions remain lit.
My makeup is not a mask – don’t tell me I don’t need it I don’t wear it for you.
I’m not the kind of person who’d let society paint my face – I follow passion, not fashion, see my skin as a canvas awaiting collaboration not a catastrophe begging to be cloaked by a thick curtain.
My makeup is not a mask it is an extension of self, an expression of my inner world so let me paint in peace.