Lovely Words From Latin To Describe Nature:

I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

— C.S. Lewis

i just want someone to tuck my hair behind my ear and place a soft kiss on my neck. is that too much to ask for?

survival tip : daydream, romanticise and plot murders

all the best to the 10thies and 12thies for their board exams. chak dena phatte bro you got this

-binod™

ugh i wanna learn latin so i can speak to the trees in an enchanted forest

the feminine urge to murder agamemnon whenever he is being sexist in tsoa

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via thoughtkick)

“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”

— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)

What is dark academia, if not studying late into the night on dangerous amounts of caffeine

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