Chipped

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

i will kill the madhya pradesh minister

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.

"And God said, "Love your enemy,"

and I obeyed him and loved myself."

- Khalil Gibran

“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)

anyone who has ever gifted me a book has a really special place in my heart

if somebody held their arms out to me and softly told me “c’mere” i would simply break down

*stuffs pani puri into your mouth* VIBE CHECKKK <3333

Paper Towns (2015)

Do you know that line in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? The one that says “this one moment when you know you’re not just a sad story. You are alive.” that resonates so much with me, because it’s true, it’s so damn true!

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but life isn’t supposed to be one big mass of pain, it really isn’t. You are so allowed to seek for happiness, and to fight with your nails and teeth for it, to screw off people that aren’t good for you, to say no, to do whatever it is that helps you and that makes you happy. You can scream, you really can, you can rip pages, you can fuck your room up, if necessary. Feel it, because you didn’t deserve that pain, you really didn’t, friend. So rage if you need to, or lay down, or cry, or watch that movie that makes you forget everything else, or listen to that music that you hold in your heart. Let your heart rest, and maybe it won’t be that heavy when you wake up.