#nebular
My boyfriend’s a physicist - he finds the universe interesting.
Imagine yourself in Paris, where ordinary evenings can feel cinematic. Maybe it’s the staging of the luminous moon, the warm, flattering glow of gas streetlights, the low architecture that accents the sky - or the wine but there’s a collusion that meshes with the city’s origin myth of romance.
Anyway, you’re dressed to the nines, wearing later-surprise underwear and he’s talking about ‘neural convolutional networks (AI).’
They recognize and filter nebular contamination (whatever THAT is).
Who knew?
You could fill a library with what I don’t know - apparently.
He’s so cute with his smartyness.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a tale of tragic passion.
A little expressive affection will bring him into my ***** orbit.
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Songs for this:
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
Inside and Out by *****
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
Birds are just crystals formed millions of years ago
Misplaced by the universe they seek a return to the place
Where the light dances off their amethyst feathers
And their rose quarts wings
Because inside gem and precious stone is a nebular
That is the exact colour that describes what flying feels like
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC