I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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study moods by subject
chemistry: a seat in the first row, diligent note taking, falling asleep in a textbook, color coded sticky notes but with no real system, fingers running across old ink
literature: studying in bed, a cat snoozing on the pillow, orchestral movie soundtracks playing softly, rereading passages that were absentmindedly passed through
math: strong cups of coffee, graph paper planners, crowded lecture halls, a furrowed brow, warm sweaters, that one special spot in the library
history: clicking pens, stacks and stacks of books, annotations in the margins, study sessions spread out on the floor, flickering candles, working in complete silence
biology: colorful illustrations, well worn flashcards, reusable water bottles, always breaking pencil lead, carefully drafting important emails
art: getting lost in readings, pastry and a coffee, receipts repurposed as bookmarks, love for rainy days, in class hand raising anxiety, a whirlwind of a backpack
world languages: early mornings, a deep seated quizlet addiction, studying with friends, practicing presentations aloud in an empty room, fidgeting in chairs, detailed study guides
engineering: hands running through hair, cups of tea either drank while they’re too hot or entirely forgotten, typing quickly, the sound as hallways fill in between classes
music: stretching fingers after long periods of writing, 11:59 submission for a 12:00 deadline, celebrating the completion of a task with something sweet, deep respect for teachers
We dated for 4 days. I waited 9 months before I had the courage to report him. I will never, EVER understand how this was not enough evidence against him and why the police dropped the case.
This speaks souls of many.
Reasons I want to see my boyfriend when I’m sick:
Gives me hugs
Gives me kisses
Makes me tea
Brings me food
Tells me how beautiful I am even when I feel horrible
Watches cartoons with me
Won’t mind when I start screaming in pain
Holds me
Makes me feel safe
Reasons my parents think I want to see my boyfriend when I’m sick:
SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX
Day 14 of Chemistry Advent looked at the chemistry behind Christmas lights!
Life may be chemistry, but it’s a special circumstance of chemistry. Organisms exist not because of reactions that are possible, but because of reactions that are barely possible. Too much reactivity and we would spontaneously combust. Too little, and we would turn cold and die.
Siddhartha Mukherjee in The Gene (via sofsisonyourway)
I was appalled when you asked me how I know things about you when we’ve been together for more than a year; then it dawned on me that it’s probably the effect of your illness
So even though you’re physically, mentally and emotionally ill at the moment
Even though you questioned how I know how you sleep on your right side curled up
Even though you wondered how I know you’re 6ft tall with blue eyes and an extremely nice smile
Even though you were bemused because I’ve memorized your features
Even though you asked how I know you have a pink, blue and white shirt
Even though you laughed because I know that you wear blue jeans with five buttons
Even though you were puzzled how I know that you like toast and Greek yogurt
And even though you forgot a lot of things already, you still haven’t forgotten one thing
You still haven’t forgotten that you like me
And for me that’s enough
Legit crying about this
I am crying on the toilet
It’s worse…when you know all of this. and they do forget. they forget that you like them. and they never really did in the first place