“Wherever there is number, there is beauty”
- Proclus

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“Wherever there is number, there is beauty”
- Proclus
you give me the answers i have always searched for. you give me purpose. and even when i don’t understand you, even when you frustrate me with paradoxes and uncertainties, i know i could never walk away.
so here i am, physics—forever yours, forever in awe.
The idea of an “academia aesthetic” is interesting to me. I get a kick out of humanities majors posting pics of their laptops in charming coffee houses, and gothic architecture, and romantically lit libraries and stuff, when:
A brief pictorial summary of what you can expect from this blog. Besides the unexpected, of course. That's a given.
✮ me-core ✮
college student aesthetics ⇒ physics majors
i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night
Can you make a post romanticising biology, chemistry and physics please?
the biology, chemistry, and physics student ༉‧₊˚.
staying up late finishing all your assignments and deadlines
living on caffeine and never more than 6 hours of sleep
desk cluttered with mugs, once filled with coffee and tea
an accurate hand, drawing and calculating all your thoughts and theories onto paper
running into class barely on time, hair in a state, outfit just-about put together
bag overflowing with papers and calculations
textbooks scattered with tabs and annotations
mail box filled, every notification receives your signature eye roll
your work is too important
living for your achievements, trying to find a way to the undiscovered lands
bookshelves lined with books detailing all your interests
reading Frankenstein every year
listening to chaotic classical music while you work, finding comfort in the changing notes
constantly thinking things through
ranting to your walls about your discoveries or theories
finding art in the exact, and finding the exact in art
Thank you for the ask! <3