“In College I Had A Physics Professor Who Wrote The Date And Time In Red Marker On A Sheet Of White

Love is sacrifice

Write a love story using only 3 words

“Picture a wave in the ocean, you can see it, measure it — its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. It’s there and you can see it and you know what it is. It’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. That’s one conception of death for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean  — where it came from, and where it’s supposed to be.”

-Chidi Anagonye 

concept: two indian high school girls fall in love, desi dark academia style. imagine them carefully braiding each other’s hair in the school restroom while discussing mughal history. sneaking an old ipod to school and listening to sufi and carnatic music together on the weary bus ride back home. doing everything together, they’re as inseparable as two girl best friends can get. going to book stores or libraries on weekends and spending hours reading sitting next to each other, and then having an intense discussion over chai and vada pav at a small stand. coming back from coaching classes in the evenings, holding hands as their jhumkas twinkle under the streetlights. texting each other at 5 in the morning while stuck on homework. holding hands, hugging ten times a day and cheek kisses are normal, and they never realize their feelings for each other until an accidental forehead touch in a doorway, glancing at each other’s lips and breathing heavily. not choosing to date for fear of ruining their academic careers and remaining best friends. finally getting together when by a stroke of good luck, they both make it to their common dream college and have a celebratory kiss when one goes to the others house to break the good news in person. just, two desi girls falling in love; enamored by the world around them, its knowledge and each other.

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

Hello non existent free guy fandom

part of my feminine charm is that I’m an absolute psychopath

hoping this coffee fixes my headache and my writing block

I’m back with an inspiring Oscar Wilde quote, what a surprise.

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we're human?” Pointless, really.... “Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that's a question.

— Neil Gaiman, Stardust

How do i rewrite the stars

How can you say it'll be fine