Dark Academia

wren • 21 • she/they • mechanical engineering major • my future lies in engineering, my passion in the energy humanities

[sootandchai]

Gonna calculate the heat transfer between my body and yours — no wait babe come back I thought you liked dirty talk—

[aspaceysapphic-deactivated20231]

you’re a thief of my heart and any warmth i have

[sootandchai]

I suppose that makes me a rogue rich with requited love

[the-stars-collided]

The flowers I picked out to put in your hair, are now withering silently under the lost pages of my diary

[sootandchai]

Gonna calculate the heat transfer between my body and yours — no wait babe come back I thought you liked dirty talk—

[pushthemovement]

[beshenstvo]

in the desert by stephen crane

[sootandchai]

Kiss me again, I believe I forgot how your lips felt on mine

And once more for good measure

Or it's best you never stop

[ritikajyala]

As a child, I was always searching for the meaning of it all, the big Why; and my father always said that there is no one big purpose but I had the most ripe orange today and kissed my cat goodnight, I think that's enough purpose for a day.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

[sootandchai]

If Eve's greatest sin was her desire for knowledge, I would like to sit next to her in hell.

[deviika]

Alex Light

[sootandchai]

Coal burns angry, red hot, black smoke like ink spilled across the sky, ruining your day's writing. That is not the warmth of which I speak when I ask to be folded in your arms

[gnostick-deactivated20210607]

understanding poetry is very simple. poems are good when they make you sit on your kitchen floor and scream

[katscottage]

I’m so much more productive after the sun goes down. While the sun is up I feel the weight of having to do things and it just overwhelms me.

But when the sun has gone to bed suddenly my time is my own. I can do with it what I will and oftentimes that means the cleaning I’ve been meaning to do, the projects I’ve been putting off. They suddenly don’t seem overwhelming to me.

I like it when the sun goes down.

[sootandchai]

Hello~ I've been drifting through Tumblr and found your lovely account, and it's amazing! You say that you're a mechanical engineering major, so, uhm, how's ME like? I've been debating which major to pick for a very long time, and I'm stuck. Thanks <3

Hello! I'm glad you liked my blog. I know this ask has probably been sitting here for a while and my advice may no longer be helpful to you, but I am answering anyway just incase someone else stumbles on it.

What I like about mechanical engineering is that it is very broad. It covers a vast array of topics that are useful to the discipline itself, but are also applicable to other disciplines. For example, my internship this summer is at a civil engineering firm, where I've applied my understanding of def bods, fluid mechanics, thermodynamics, and many other subjects I have studied for my major, just through a different lens. It also gives me the opportunity to work with my hands, which is one of my favorite things to do.

I have worked in a lot of teams for my studies, which has its highs and lows like any other group project would. But engineers have a few specific quirks you can prepare for. The biggest one I have noticed is this: engineers are terrible writers. This may not seem like a big deal, but in truth half of engineering is writing technical papers and reports. It does not matter how ingenious your ideas and creations are if you cannot convince people of this fact, most likely through writing. If you can hone your writing skills, you will be a valuable member of your groups.

If you like problem solving, can tolerate every class involving a great deal of math, and learn to prioritize your own wellbeing, mechanical engineering is a wonderful discipline. And with a bit of balance, you don't have to sacrifice any passion for the humanities, as I hope my blog has demonstrated :)

[booksandothersecrets]

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them. Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

[sootandchai]

Allow me to dust off this old blog. Like an old forgotten diary tucked away in a box in the attic, something I smile at fondly as I read the old entries, written by someone else but someone so deeply me. There are empty pages in the back. What the hell, and I pick up my pen

[sootandchai]

Please tell me why I write sentences longer than my attention span. And please explain to me why my professor laughed when that's how I responded to his (very valid) criticisms of my writing.

[sootandchai]

I have often thought about keeping a journal, but no matter how hard I try it seems I can't hold focus long enough to write down what happens in my day. So maybe I should journal anyway, but not just with writing. Maybe I'll keep sketches, and equations, and pressed flowers. Maybe I'll keep photographs, or random sentences I think of in the day. Granted, this presumes I'll ever even start.

[sootandchai]

There are many opinions on pre-Socratic philosophy, so here is what I'd like to add:

Look at this guy. Look at his shit eating grin. This man is cracked out and I love him. Look, another one!

Why do we not talk about how all depictions of Democritus are Like This? I would not rather anyone else develop the first known model of the atom. And the concept of empty space? He called this The Void. Truly inspiring. I wish science retained some of this cursed energy. Keep our current methodology, but we need more togas and terminology like "the void".