Nothing Tastes As Sweet As Academic Validation

(instru)mental breakdown

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

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

romanticize your life. i cannot stress this enough. use scented shower gel and shampoo, so you look forward to showers. go on walks and see how pretty the sky looks. notice the wildflowers on the roadside as you drive. light a candle when you get home to make your room smell good. notice & appreciate the little things in life. it won't cure your mental illness, but it'll make it easier to exist in this world.

“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

Count me in please

i will kill the madhya pradesh minister

tag yourself ; terms of endearment

love - overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™

honey - messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams

sweetheart - summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert

cutie - likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes

darling - s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss

the mathematics students

crisp, grey mornings

the scratch of pencil on graph paper

working through complex problems just for the joy of it

baroque era piano music playing in the background

a love of patterns and puzzles

writing out your favorite proofs again and again

advanced math courses, sitting with the upperclassmen

the dusty green of an empty chalkboard

formulas scribbled on your hand in pen

going through a problem again and again until you understand it fully

carefully sketched graphs

short, bitten nails

ice cold water

hands marked with graphite

using math to take apart the world around you

doodling fractals on scratch paper

memorizing digits of pi just to show off to your friends

the moment of clarity when a problem fits together

hair clipped back out of your face

looking for fibonacci sequences in nature

watching a long and complicated equation simplify down to something short and compact

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