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- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

Tumblr is just mentally ill people quoting dead mentally ill people.

One of them.

writing tip:

if you push buttons on a keyboard, letters will appear on the screen. and with that power you can do anything

Only hot people lay on the floor and contemplate their mortality 

D.L. Smith

“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friends.”

— Albert Camus

no you live in a society. i live alone in the city befriending houses and mourned when one of them was painted hideously yellow

realistic dark academia stem aesthetics

after a walk, suddenly realizing what an concept ACTUALLY means

crying when you don't

feeling true joy after solving a difficult problem

remembering an specific equation just because of a interesting story about the scientist who created it

being legitimately impressed by Mendeleev (dude was great)

being pretentious about the amount of work you do

reading centuries old science magazine and writing what's changed on your journal

"Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less".

"Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained".

"I am one of those who think like Nobel, that humanity will draw more good than evil from new discoveries".

"If I had not been taught chemical analysis by prof. Milicer and dr. Kossakowski in Warsaw, I would not have isolated radium".

"I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale".

"Humanity also needs dreamers, for whom the disinterested development of an enterprise is so captivating that it becomes impossible for them to devote their care to their own material profit".

"You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end each of us must work for his own improvement, and at the same time share a general responsibility for all humanity, our particular duty being to aid those to whom we think we can be most useful".

"I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy".

— Maria Skłodowska Curie

Ewan Fernie, The Demonic: Literature and Experience

Masterlist

Poetry

Brother (tw: CSA)

Friday nights and clandestines

The anatomy of my heart is flawed

Friday nights & Clandestines

The world is small when it is limited to your own room

And the thick smoke of his endless cigarettes

And cobwebs on the framed pictures of the lovers time buried/

The furniture is dusty with ashes of my past, but he doesn't mind that

He's okay with the fact

that we'll never last and the passion will wilt away like his cigarettes/

2 A.M. and Loving in adagio

Flesh meshing with mine and our heartbeats synchronised

We dont have to speak to communicate

As every caress is open to interpret

We are in separate wonderlands/

The night is unfurling and I wonder if our obscenity woke up the sun but

I cannot think clear because I am inebriated on the cadence of his voice and my head is on his chest

And I listen to him like I listen to that damned song/

Carefully/ intently/ on repeat

From start to finish.

The soundtrack is coming to an end

And so is his last cigarette

I will lay on his side of the bed and watch him leave

But the smoke will stay

And I won't open any windows

I'd let me suffocate/

I'm a writer before I'm a mistress

Hence I'll write love confessions with the remains of our night

And my fingers in the ashtray

Oh how I envied your cigarettes as they

Kiss your mouth more than I do/

But it's okay, you suck the life out of both of us.

“I’m shocked that somebody has not yet experienced passionate feelings for me, poetically in a museum or a book store”

—

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

My biggest comfort in life is that Henry Winter can't do math either

me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor,  me aloud: what’s up asshole

how to be a god

speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.

walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.

dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.

stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.

always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.

carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.

speak in latin, in ancient greek, in ancient tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine

every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.

let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.

take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.

but who cares? it's just us

please please PLEASE reblog this if you care

“I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.”

— Tennessee Williams

“creature”, half•alive // Fliegeroffizier, Karl Alexander Wilke // Vicious, V. E. Schwab

Lauren Ernwein by Szilveszter Mako for Vogue Hong Kong March 2022. Lisa Jarvis and Sean Kunjambu (Fashion Editors/Stylists), Massimo Di Stefano (Hair Stylist), Vanessa Icareg (Makeup Artist).

A concept.

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

— Emery Allen

i am somehow clair de lune, gymnopédie no.1, lacrimosa and danse macabre all at once.

Edgar Allan Poe by Gina Iacob.

Anyone in cbse biology ? Heres a way to learn the fucking krebbs cycle

“Cindy is kinky so she fucks more often”

Cindy = citate and cis-aconitate

Is = isocitrate

Kinky = ketogluterate

So = Succinyl COA

She = succinate

Fucks = Fumarate

More = Malate

Often = oxalo-acetate

ancient greek word of the day:  θεομαχέω, to fight against the gods

Francis Abernathy

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.

Ah, fine literature.

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