#letsmovetomoon

men will never truly understand alaska young, aza holmes, ladybird, sylvia plath, cigarettes, lana del rey, marianne sheridan, saviour complex, the bell jar, iced coffee, gilmore girls, paris geller, oversized sweaters, normal people, sally rooney, tote bags, messy buns, rotting in bed, heart shaped glasses, phoebe bridgers, are you satisfied?, fleabag,

i've read that beauty demands replication. we take pictures, write poetries, draw paintings of things that we find beautiful. we reproduce it in order to keep it, extend it through space and time. so maybe that's why everytime I look at you, I want to take a picture of you. because you're my definition of beauty.

physics is just plain and simple imagination combined with complex mathematical equations. even my textbook agrees. newton imagined that there must be something which makes earth orbit the sun and he discovered gravity with the help of mathematics. einstein knew that there was something wrong with newton’s definition of gravity and he studied what must be wrong and how he could rectify it and THEN einstein imagined time to be relative and a fourth dimension altogether. he used his imagination more than he used maths. and a great leap of imagination was needed to break out of aristotelian mechanics. and we humans have a truck full of imagination. so yeah. that’s it. rant over. bbye.

iced coffee, dark circles, cigarette breaks, messy hair, chewed pen caps, lots and lots of highlighters, curiosity, unorganized thoughts, equations written all over the white board, dreams about discovering new things, pulling an all-nighter, staying in library till late

when the lumineers said "cause if we don't leave this town, we might never make it out", and when troye sivan said "I'm tired of this city, scream if you're with me", and when surf curse said " don't kill me, just help me run away."

constantly thinking about when fleabag said “I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning. I want someone to tell me what to wear EVERY morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to, what band to like, what to buy tickets for, what to joke about, what not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, and who to love, and how to tell them. I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong.”