Planetary Facts About Our Solar System
It’s Getting Hot In Here
Venus holds the distinction of being the hottest planet in our solar system, despite being farther away from the Sun than Mercury. The reason that the planet consistently hovers around a scorching 894 °F is due to the excessive amount of carbon dioxide in the…
I think I’m a bit sad there is no mention of Pluto…
"I still chain smoke cigarettes as if it is my profession. I should be promoted for the amount of nicotine that I have stored in my lungs.
I still write poetry about losing the ones I love. Even if I was the one who pushed them out of my life.
I still believe in God even after all of this chaos that has been unfolding upon his own creation. I still have hope in my heart while others have a gun in their hand.
I still play the mixed CD you made for me before you left. I’m still trying to figure out between guitar rifts and melancholy harmonies what you wanted me to hear. What you were trying to tell me all along but couldn’t find the words yourself.
I still write you letters even though we both know that I don’t have the courage to send to you. I’m still hoping that maybe the ink from the paper will appear on your skin and show you what I never could.
I still wake up with you on my mind, and the same goes for when I’m about to fall asleep at night.
I still miss you, still love you, still regret everything I did to keep you away for good.
But most of all, I still want you. And I don’t think that any amount of days, months or even years of realizing will ever be able to change my mindset when it comes to still always longing for your presence."
But it isn’t easy,’ said Pooh. ‘Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.
Times like these I hate going on trips for work
I like eating at local hotspots
So that means I look at where the locals go by the number of people
On the patio
Sitting on tables
Then, there’s just me
Still a number
“Party of one”, I squeak at the host
And they tell me to go to the bar
Or to wait fifteen minutes
Maybe the place is too crowded for just one
Would it be better if I had said
“Party of me and my phone?”
Solo never bothered me before
I was fine being independent
I was fine
But now is different
When friends are scattered across continents
When I have to cross oceans or seas or lakes and rivers to see family
I could use some crowd in this tiny table they put me in
That empty seat across from me is jarring
I know someone who would have fit perfectly in it