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I’d actually really like to make deep connections with compatible humans, but my lazy ass doesn’t leave the house and is more terrifyed of strangers than anything else. I never commence relationships first, either, I’m so awkward and shy that I can’t even approach anyone, let alone get out of the ‘’getting to know’’ phase which I’d love to just skip, and instead actually talk about something passionate, not just tedious everyday affairs. I don’t even like people most of the time and finding someone who’d be just right seems impossible. Ugh. 

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From Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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─ Detail from Mary Magdalene (1650),by Jan Cossiers

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Veni. Vidi. Vici.

-Gaius Julius Caesar

(I came. I saw. I conquered)

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Shades of Martian Darkness : Science operations for NASA’s Opportunity rover have been temporarily suspended as it waits out a dust storm on Mars. This series of images shows simulated views of a darkening Martian sky blotting out the Sun from NASA’s Opportunity rover’s point of view,. (via NASA)

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i cannot believe it’s christmas eve and no one is talking about how Gritty dressed up as Santa Claus and attacked other Santas in his general vicinity

like..

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Comrades, Henry Scott Tuke 1924.

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Für Añyä

I will always love you.

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Beach in Juan-les-Pins, 1888, Claude Monet

https://www.wikiart.org/en/claude-monet/beach-in-juan-les-pins

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My personal rendition of Queen as Vines

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SEND THIS TO SOMEONE WITH NO CONTEXT

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dark academia & science 

as much as we all adore the profusion of the arts and humanities across this genre, please stop for moment and consider this alongside them: science, and more specifically, medicine, in relation to dark academic texts. 

think about pale-eyed boys and dark-haired girls who always carry the scent of formaldehyde around with them like cologne or perfume. it is this, and not any trace of cigarette smoke that might cling to the collars of their peers, that makes them smell like death. for whatever else they might be, they’re not stupid, and they’ve seen the damage that those things can do to even the healthiest pair of human lungs. 

and when you think about them, think also of dark and bitter chocolate; of spice jars stacked up in the kitchen; and of one hundred and one different herbal teas, all brewed at home from the plants that sit on every window sill, and every spare surface that is not taken up by stacks and stacks of books. 

think of late nights spent in the darkest nooks and crannies of the library. not just in the study of anatomy and physiology, either, but also in the study of astronomy, psychology, languages, philosophy, literature … 

think of those scholars, obsessed with mary shelley’s frankenstein, some of whom now posses the knowledge to recreate it. or so they think. think of them in graveyards in the early hours, digging, knee- and elbow-deep in the dirt. 

think of the eery blue light of bunsen burner flames flickering in a room that is otherwise dark, while substances and solutions bubble away above them. the girls who brew these potions form a new kind of coven of witches, whose goddess is Science, and whose goal is Knowledge. 

think of plague doctor masks hanging on the walls. 

think of cold hands and chapped lips and some skin being so pale that it’s almost translucent; of veins that stand out like a roadmap in their wrists, coloured in purple, blue and green; of hollow eyes, which are also purple, and this because of exhaustion. 

they seem so fragile. but what about the boys with stitches and scars underneath their smart clothes, and slings upon their arms? these are boys who will break their own bones and each others’ in the name of perfecting their craft. 

think of the experiments that they will all conduct, both the physical and the psychological; think of all the journals, filled by several spidery hands at once, by obsessive scrawls that spiral rapidly towards the illegible as they discover something they could have scarcely even imagined before. 

think of how foreign latin and greek feel upon their tongues until they really immerse themselves in the history of medicine. the different traditions. the diverse cultures. soon they are reading and speaking these languages with ease, and ancient persian and mandarin too. 

think of the diagrams they draw, the details of which have been painstakingly copied from their source text. think of boys with pencils tucked behind their ears, and of girls with their long hair trailing into their ink wells. 

think of dark academia & art. 

think of dark academia & literature. 

think of dark academia & philosophy. 

think of dark academia & science. 

think of dark academia & medicine. 

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underappreciated moments of life:

early mornings before everyone’s awake

unexpected sunshine

turning on the radio to hear the exact song that was stuck in your head

noticing flowers on the first day they bloom

sunday afternoon naps

ladybugs/butterflies landing on you

a friend telling you they love you for the first time

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why does oscar wilde take 150 pages to write something he could literally say in a paragraph