Lately, not a single day has passed without the Armenian phrase "cavd tanem" [ցավդ տանեմ], directly translating to "Let me take away your pain", crossing my mind. A phrase filled with such deep devotion and yet, it's uttered daily and graces simple everyday conversations. In a sentence, it simply replaces the name of the addressee.
"Vonc es, cavd tanem?" - "How are you, [let me take your pain away]?"
"Cavd tanem, jur kberes?" - "[Let me take away your pain], could you bring me a glass of water?"
Such abundance of love that miniature rivers of it effortlessly flow into the most pedestrian pathways!
Hi there, your aesthetics are amazing. I was wondering if you could tell me what my aesthetic is. I'm a big coffee drinker, I like rum in the evenings, I stay up late, but am always up early to see the sun rise. I love writing novels and poetry, will occasionally attempt composing but it's not my forte. I also speak, French, Spanish, Japanese and Swedish (as well as native English). 😁
Hii and Thank you !!💖🌸 Wowww , you sound so talented to me 😵. I am pretty sure , you're scholarly academia and a bit of dark academia.
You know what. I’m starting a new aesthetic, population me.
Romantic Science, AKA Dark Academia for STEM people.
Thrifting a lab coat and embroidering it with your initials and a little insignia, whose significance is known to you and your lab partner only
Watching The Theory of Everything and The Imitation Game and Hidden Figures and basically every movie about historical scientists and mathematicians you can find
Decorating your desk with old slide rules and vintage lab equipment. Your prize possession is a set of vintage lenses you found at a thrift store
Wanting an articulated human skeleton far, far too much
Getting a set of (brand new, NOT thrifted, be safe ppl) beakers to drink from, and putting them directly onto your stovetop to boil water for tea or coffee, because borosilicate glass can survive anything.
Secretly relating far too much to Henry Jekyll and Victor Frankenstein, because you too want to do a gay little science experiment that challenges god.
Thunderstorms and late nights in the lab, the light of the Bunsen burner glistening off of your flasks and scribbled chalkboard equations
Papering your walls with vintage scientific diagrams; even if you know that our understanding of the world has evolved since they were made, looking back at scientific history is amazing
Writing code late at night and feeling, in some metaphysical way, as though Ada Lovelace herself is with you in spirit
Being far, FAR too obsessed with the concept of emergent ai sentience and how it has the potential to be Frankenstein irl
Looking through a telescope on clear nights, whispering the names of the constellations and stars, painting a star chart on your ceiling in a burst of creative inspiration
Collecting and mounting samples from everywhere you can think of to pore over in an antique microscope
Bringing a field journal wherever you go, learning how to draw and label botanical samples, preserving plants and flowers for study later
Dreaming of what undiscovered mysteries lie in the deepest depths of the sea, feeling the thrill of discovery whenever you learn about a new species and one day hoping to discover one yourself
Just. Romanticise STEM.
“I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
what r ur top books of all time
The Metamorphosis, The Castle, Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy (no, it's not too long - if anything, it should've been longer)
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
Samvel by Raffi
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Fish in Exile by Vi Khi Nao
Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend by Hermann Hesse
South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
Deaf Republic by Ilya Kaminsky
The Neapolitan Novels by Elena Ferrante
All the Lovers in the Night by Mieko Kawakami
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
Mohja Kahf, “Most Wanted”, Hagar Poems
Christ Church. x
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"Every now and then a man's mind is stretched
by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks
back to its former dimensions."
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.