But An Unquenchable Love For You Has Never Left Me...

Oooooh I'd like to add some—

Crinkled shirts

Eye bags or red eyes

Chapped or bitten lips (?)

papers, EVERYWHERE!

But a clean desk. I said DESK, let's not talk about the room

Cold hands

No concept of time or whatsoever while studying

Internally going FERALLLLL while keeping a straight face.

"I study better at night"

Screaming into the void

things that somehow scream physicist:

some weird mixture of dark academia chique and i-found-this-in-a-dumpster fashion

being a cat person!!!

black coffee

black ballpoint pens

messy folders

whiskey??

high alcohol tolerance

having a god- and inferiority- complex at the same time

being bad at pure math?

being queer always finds it's way into the mix

daddy issues

not letting go of certain pieces of clothing

also being creative

being a daydreamer and a realist

(lots of specifics about being a female physicist)

feel free to add your own!!

why are books so expensive all i want is to be lost in another world with haunted old houses and coffee shops and vintage aesthetics and identify with the slightly twisted, mysterious and melancholic characters whose traits i subconsciously adopt lmao

do you actually not like reciving gifts or did you just grow up being told how expensive it was to raise you?

and now, anytime anyone spends any money on you,you fell guilty

I was reading about Francis Crick and James Watson’s discovery of DNA in 1953…and admiring Santiago’s beautiful drawings of neurons…and Alan Hodgkin et Andrew Huxley’s mathematical discovery of calculating how action potentials propagates along a neuron…I couldn’t help but think how romantic it all is. To me it’s so interesting learning about the process of discovery. It’s incredible because all these people were just like us—students. It’s romantic because it’s human—a human experience—an insatiable thirst for knowledge, curiosity that knows no end. A perseverance to succeed. The ultimate quest to generate a novel idea before anyone else does. How can anyone say that science is not poetic? Science is poetry written in a different language, an esoteric one at that. But poetry nonetheless.

Tumblr is just mentally ill people quoting dead mentally ill people.

One of them.

every day i wake up and discover a new health problem that i have

Lorde // Hop Along, Queen Ansleis // Frank Dicksee // Anne Carson // Lady Bird // Denise Levertov

Wish I was wandering the snow dusted grounds of a crumbling manor right now, wrapped in a velvet cloak

“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”

— Franz Kafka