Ann 🪐

a physics addicted human with unrhyming hobbies. Welcome to my blog! where I become a literary dork and drool over celestials!

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[metamorphesque]

“Our life – strange journey of shadow’s call. Day after day in coloured illusions and dreams Our heart couldn’t stop but yearning.”

— Eghishe Charents, The Starry Wanderers (tr. Diana Sisakyan)

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happy women's day to every person, who identifies as a women, and refuses to keep up with the tomfoolery of men. happy women's day to all the men who participate in rallies for abortion rights, equal wages because it is the bare minimum. happy women's day to those aspiring girls who are closeted into a stereotype but never acknowledge or care about it because they are worth more than the unpractical and nonsensical comments. they are worth more than silly screenshots in chatrooms or boys rating them out of 10. she is not your damsel in distress or the girl you called a slut because she refused to go out with you. she's here to slap you across your face and not sit in the conference room and listen to you being a misogynist. she's not here to talk about "not all men". she's here to knock you out with her heels if you eve tease or catcall her. happy women day to all the girls who know their worth and that they never deserve to be treated by manchilds. who know they are worth more than diamonds, saphhire or any jewel. who know that they are beautiful just the way they are and not because some boy called them ugly. because men, they don't know you, women do. as jo march said that- women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts, and they've got ambition, and they've got talent as well as just beauty, and im so sick of people saying that love, is just all a woman is fit for. because yes, a woman can support a woman. she can bring a new meaning to the world, she can drive a ferrari down the street, she can be the ceo of her company, she can be an astronaut, she can scream her voice out to support manchester united, she can shop from men's wear, she can wear pajamas, she can be imperfectly perfect, and she's doesn't even need a man to tell her that.

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Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.

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Life was not kind to her. All she could ever think about was growing up and leaving the place. She just wanted to escape this reality that did not even had to be hers. She did not deserve this. She did not deserve being in middle of the storm when the desert was not her destination. She did not deserve to be battered, hit, and drowned by the waves when she just wanted to float along. Life in its cruel form just wanted to test her, torment her, inflict pain upon her and destroy her perhaps. But she was only a small little girl. She never knew what was destruction. She wanted love but that was not something in her reach. Only suffocation was her reassurance.

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[shrimplovercat]

tumblr dot com is just ran by wizards and trans women

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you know people talk about their teenage dream, but i dont know why it doesn't just sound right to me. they talk about taking dslr pictures in expensive limousines make up "aesthetic- ness", I feel its all fake. life isn't about just money yk (although I don't mind a dior here and there; normal human hypocrisy) it's about finding happiness in those little things. finding happiness in that monarch buttterfly that sat on your nose unexpectedly, those rain drops that patter on your face, that smiley note you received from a classmate at the bench in front, ruffling the ears of the dogs playing in the street just to receive their grin. that stupid malfunctioning walkman from the 80s you carry around w you, because it reminds you of the person who once hummed to it. being a hopeless romantic and listening to artic monkeys all day long and painting till dawn, conspiring new marvel theories, gilmore girls imposed coffee addiction and still waiting for your hogwarts letter. receiving a warm hug from that old lady you helped at the bus station and laughter from those kids at the slum to whom you taught ball dancing. vibing to lana del rey in the bus and taylor swift for the library. it's about being yourself even if you have braces, are a nerd, a jock, or a cynic because you are the dream for someone, the teenage dream someone else wished. so! smile wide w those irregular incisors, hug your friends like its the last day of your life and stuff up donuts till it reaches your mouth! romanticise your life because darling! life's a wild ride.

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what is love?

to some love is life, to some its pain and to some love is home, where everything's at. half complete stories or half incomplete stories, it's always love that you feel. the reason why i love anti heroes is that while the hero would sacrifice her for the world, the greater good; the anti hero would not flinch an eye to choose her over goddamn anything, even himself. that is what love means to me. love is not about fancy dates with acquaintances or cheesy couple posts. it is being with each other when it's the end of the world. it's waking up in the middle of the night to help you when you're sick because i don't want you to be sick alone. it's not about gala nights or expensive auctions, it's eating sushi together at a diner and walking to home late night. it's exchanging letters w sunflowers and star gazing under the open sky. the only reason you want to wake up every morning is them. they make you laugh at their lamest jokes, perhaps it's the curve and twitch in their lips that make you respond so. emily brontë wasn't wrong when she said- whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. it isn't their death that makes you dejected but the fact that there won't be anyone that will make you laugh the way they do, be annoyed the way they make you, wipe your tears like they do, cheer you the way the did . that emptiness would be haunting you again and again until you meet them there, where everyone goes at the end.

[the-lincyclopedia]

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

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I love you mathematical objects I love you logic I love you algebra I love you analysis I love you rigorous definitions I love you beautiful equations that may not necessarily have applications I love you mathematical proofs I love you pure mathematics I love you I love you I love you

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poast has breached containment sooner than expected

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I LOVE YOU

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—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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Tumblr will forever be my favourite platform for one reason and one reason only:

You'll just be scrolling one day through a stucky fan account and then you find put they are an astrophysicist at NASA whos a lead scientist in the mars mission.

Like yeah so im a paleontologist and my team discovered a new species of dinosaur last year, I might get a nobel prize! Anyway have you seen my new college!wolfstar au fic?

No we do not have celebrities or influencers on here making tons of money and promoting fake products, but what we do have are world class mathematicians who run mcyt blogs so whos really winning?

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yessss thiss>>>>

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Cosmic Witch Head © Utkarsh Mishra

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You know that "ever-lively" kid whose always the muse of the class; that's a gryffindor. It's laughing so loudly and carefreely that strangers stare at you. It's playing truth or dare three in the morning. It's running around like crazy with someone you love. Unhealthy amounts of candy and fiery red sunsets. They are the bonfires at sunset, wild fireflies around the wood and the pain in your chest after running on top of your breath. They are the urge to kick a random football laying near the footpath, as if you're in fifa world cup. They are the first spark of a sparkler; persian red and lasting till it reaches the end. they are the peak adrenalin, when you're at the top and the rollercoaster is about to drop, the moment the parachute goes up while paragliding. They are all the stupid things your mind thought but they already did that.

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Thinking about how Theo Van Gogh loved and supported his brother their whole lives and funded his art even as the rest of the world said it was bad art and how without Theo the world wouldn’t have the art of Vincent Van Gogh and how Theo loved Vincent so much that he died a few months after Vincent died, heartbroken over the loss and how his widow had him reburied next to Vincent so they could be with each other forever and how I can’t even get my brother to text me back smh

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I’m thinking about how Vincent had a sister in law (Johanna van Gogh) who understood, accepted and supported her husband’s support of his disabled brother-in-law and understood his art so well that even though she was left widowed, poor, and encumbered with 200 paintings which the art world saw no value in she strove tirelessly to change the minds of the art world. Thinking about how she was raising a child, founding a socialist movement, putting together art shows, and editing her deceased husband’s and brother-in-laws letters to create a book which she could share with the world. Letters we still rely on today to help us understand the beauty and pain of Vincent’s life and my sister won’t even respond to group texts ½ the time.

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ahhhh thisss>>>>