The Mathematics Students

Chidi: Goodnight

Eleanor: Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight. Imma fight. ‘Till we see the sunlight. Tick tick. On the clock. But the party won’t stop-

Chidi: Shut the Fuck up

failing my online classes is not very carpe diem of me

I Am Still Thinking About Free Guy. Why Did Ryan Reynolds Slap That Car’s Ass. Why Is Harmbo Villain Taika Waititi So Hot. Why Is This The First Original Movie In A Decade. Why Did I Think I Would Hate It. Why Did They Make The Dude’s Tits So Big.

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.

people are so lovely‼️ they do these ordinary and mundane things like someone is walking hand in hand with their lover and someone is helping a blind old lady cross the road and someone is dancing in the rain with their best friend and someone is helping a little girl find her mother on a crowded playground and someone's cat is lying next to them on the couch snoring loudly and it's adorable and someone is dancing to music alone in their room and someone just went into a bakery and is deeply inhaling the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and a little kid is waiting for his grandpa to pick him up and someone is making dinner for their family while singing their favorite song and someone just confessed their love to someone and someone is talking about something they love with a sparkle in their eyes and you’re reading this and you are alive and you are loved, everything will be fine, you'll be okay and you'll be happy

i will kill the madhya pradesh minister

Lovely words from latin to describe nature:

Imber : a rain shower

Solis Occasum : the setting of the sun

Lux Brumalis :  the light of winter

Aurora Borealis : morning light from the north

Apricus : full of sunlight 

Crepusculum : twilight

Umbra : darkness

brb, going to push everyone important to me away and wonder why im so upset

i like to think that our blogs are just our own little personal museums of all the things we like, and we can visit each other’s museums and leave nice notes at the reception.

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.