Poets have their desks and pockets filled with poems, artists with sketches, and mine are filled with equations, calculus and books.
After all, we, scientists and you, romantics, aren't so different.
the betrayal knows my name (2010)
“Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.” ― Elizabeth Gracely
~The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Lament for Icarus by Herbert James Draper
I am, as the poets say, a disaster.
Charles Bukowski, Pulp
Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness”
from eileen by ottessa moshfegh
Dark academia subjects: Chemistry
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