If You Were Coming In The Fall

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

Maybe this one's overrated, but it's my favorite.

Welcome

Hello! (except it's not like, Hello!!!, it's Hello. with more happiness)

Welcome to my blog! I kind of just got tumblr on a whim because I was bored. I thought I might as well post things because why not?

As you might guess from my username, I like poetry and physics. I will probably post poems that I write and ones that I just like. I'll also try to be funny, post random thoughts, and occasionally geek out about things.

In addition to poetry and physics, my interests are science in general, books/literature, too many tv shows (with crazy fandoms) to list, musicals, space/nasa, dark academia, music (my taste is all over the place), math, hank and john green, running, etc. If you are interested in anything like this, you might consider following me! I like to think of myself as a pretty cool person. (cause I'm sure my opinion of myself will convince you) (I don't know maybe it will)

Also I like parentheses.

Anyway, I don't know how regularly I will actually post, but I will try to do it as often as I can.

Thanks for your time! Have a lovely day!

One time in 1st grade I forgot that 3-2=1, and after I turned it in with the wrong answer I realized what it was, and my teacher wouldn't let me go back and change it and I cried. That was literally the only time I ever cried about math, but I guess it counts

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

She used to gaze up at the stars

When mom drove her home at night

She thought everyone would know her name

And she'd never be put down without a fight

They said you can do what you put your mind to

But she was always scared of changing her mind

She didn't know the world the way she does now

That dreams like that were not for her to find

-- a poem by me

this... this hit me

this whole movie hit me, and it's not even the first time I've watched it

Blackout Poetry #28

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there's something very lovely about doing homework in bed in the late afternoon on a sunday while listening to beatles records and having a pumpkin spice candle lit and the sunlight slanting golden in through the window and the wind blowing and the bright red leaves on the trees and feeling very productive and peaceful and happy

I don’t make the rules but hot girls read books

The feminine urge to say “have you no compassion for my poor nerves” every time something goes wrong with my life

“You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”

–Virginia Woolf