
she is space. she is a magnificent thing unconstrained, whole worlds embodied in one vessel. her skin is the ochre-brown space dust of nebulae; her hair is the darkness of the space between stars, wound tight into spiral galaxies crowning her head. her eyes cradle supernovae in pools of deepest black. she is space; she is boundless; she is grace embodied and all the love and chaos of the universe.
goddammit people of color aren’t just food and earth → part 1 of infinity (image credit: 1, 2, 3, 4)
I realise that I come to this from a different point of view. So, Yeah for new, creative astronomy metaphers!