how'd I mess that up?

Is anyone going to explain to me why math and physics are so bloody sexy ? Like yes please burn my fucking mind to ashes while I dispute the validity of different theories as I try to correlate them with equations while I also desperately fantasise taking a new, further step in the evolution of physics.

i want to go on a museum date and loudly stroll around arm in arm making up the stupidest lies about the artifacts and paintings pretending that were both fancy art critics the stories getting more and more preposterous as we go until we can barely contain our laughter

why yes i would absolutely love to chew laurel leaves with my friends, learn greek chants and be completely immersed in euphemia, cultic purity! and if i happen to kill a man while im at it, so be it!

Physically I’m here but mentally I’m tending to the strawberry patch outside my forest cottage and listening to the ferns rustling in the cool breeze

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

My favourite thing is when someone says, “I think about you a lot,” or “I had a dream about you,” or “I was just about to text you,” or something because the fact that I occur to someone when I’m not talking to them or anything is the best thing.

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

my future apartment will be messy. it will have unfinished sketches and film camera photos, and pressed flowers and train tickets all over the walls. each cup, each spoon will look different, each will have it’s own story. there will be potted plants all over the place, i will grow lemongrass and thyme myself. the windows will be huge and opened most of the time, there will be tiny drops of paint everywhere. i will have loads of pillows and masive knitted blankets laying around, just in case. i will have a huge bookshelf and big white candles, and a record player, and i will listen to old songs, sing and dance along. i will bake banana bread and poppyseed buns and give them to my neighbors. i will have a big, warm dog to cuddle up to when i begin to feel lonely. the air will smell like rain, honey, books and jasmine tea

science side of tumblr why do all of us mentally ill ppl like storms so much

ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW