“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

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“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
they say home is where the heart is, but god, i love the english
dark academia: stem + medicine
math: solving problems in the middle of the night, equations are written on the windowpane, quick calculations in your head, seeing mathematics as a secret language and barrier from the rest of the world, using probability theory to present a person’s life before their very eyes, understanding the algorithms governing every single step of „fate“ and how to manipulate them for your favor, cryptic notebooks, and lost alleyways
engineering: the power to create something that surpasses that is more than humans will ever be, governing and shaping the future of a whole civilization, late-night philosophizing on the nature and difference between humans and machines, crammed study sessions and tired blood-shot eyes
biology: extensive knowledge about herbology and toxicology, knowing almost every plant-based toxin and toxic mushroom in the local area, midnight at the lab with lowlights on and the dark hallways shrouded in mystery, glancing white lab-coats from the corner of your eye
chemistry: spending hours upon hours alone in the lab, perfecting formulas and conducting research because you just know the breakthrough is so close, sudden heureka moments in the middle of the night, inhaling new substances at secret meetings in old buildings to reach a state no human has reached before, prolonged shared eye contact and knowing smiles, the sound of a pen hastingly scribbling chemical formulas into a notebook
physics: „after all, murder is just the redistribution of matter, and matter is my specialty“, pointing out constellations in the sky, seeing patterns no one has seen before, wearing black turtlenecks and long coats while discussing quantum mechanics, hushed whispers, the melancholy of the endless search for another inhabitable planet, coffee cups left on the window sill
comp sci: the sound of typing at lightning speed, a lone screen glowing the absolute dark, losing track of time as you completely lose yourself in your code, trying again and again and again until it finally works, absolute dedication, crafting algorithms that can be used for good – but also for evil, code marathons isolating you from the rest of the world, being able to change lives at the press of a button
medicine: death looms always an inch too close, becoming as natural as life, white coats looming over the dissection table, staring at Rembrandt’s „the anatomy lessons of dr. nicholaes tulp“ in absolute awe, gloves covered in blood, syringes and needles in hand, hollowed laughter, being the last one in the library, knowing too well what sacrifice means
actually i wont apologize for being annoying thats your problem
Sleep deprived and hungry, what a perfect time to read and drink tea.
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sea and summer dark academia aesthetics: wind in curly hair, light bright flying dresses, salty lips, a slight blush on the cheeks and bitter cigarettes, sea foam breaking on mossy stones thin and pale porcelain skin, strands of hair burned out in the sun, vermouth, straw hats and black strip on them, rocks and cliffs, small churches and the smell of caraway
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aight but how about a plot that’s like “i met a boy that’s super rich so i’m gonna start dating him just so he can buy me nice things. im gonna play with his heart and flirt with his rich friends behind his back. whoops he’s actually nice and he really likes me. i might like him back. what do you mean you found out i was just using you for your money?? come back i think i feel in love with you”
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“Lilith was feral, brave; she had no need to be believed. Her power was catastrophe. Her heart was a blood moon.”
— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“September. The awakening painful and yet joyful.”
— Amrita Pritam, from Krishna Gorowara, from “The Annunciation,”
“Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,”
— Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P.; “To Helen,”
“At night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,”
— Robinson Jeffers, from The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers; “Tamar,” (via violentwavesofemotion)