Space obsession, queen confessions.
Dear Little Me, Hey, you with the wide eyes and the shuttle posters taped crooked on your bedroom wall. The one who pressed her face to the TV screen every time a launch countdown started, heart pounding like the engines were inside your chest. The one who cried real tears when the last shuttle touched…
Gravity is patient. It doesn’t shout or chase—it simply holds on, steady and relentless, pulling everything back toward the ground. Some days, life feels exactly like that: an invisible weight keeping us pinned, making every step upward feel impossible. Rockets know this feeling well. They don’t pretend gravity isn’t there. They meet it head-on with…
There was a time when she and I orbited the same small star. We had been pulled together years earlier—two lonely planets caught in each other’s gravity, spinning close enough that our atmospheres brushed and sparked. For a long while, it felt like home. We shared nights lit by the same constellations, whispered secrets across…