For My Fellow Dark Academia Pretencious Wannabe Students That Have An Obssession For TSH;

when will someone make a sapphic dark academia book WHEN??

Leah Raeder, Black Iris

My aesthetic is like dark academia but the medieval Iranian / Islamic golden age version

lana del rey

when will someone make a sapphic dark academia book WHEN??

Leah Raeder, Black Iris

Dark academia moodboard challenge:

Library 📚

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

- The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Lately, not a single day has passed without the Armenian phrase "cavd tanem" [ցավդ տանեմ], directly translating to "Let me take away your pain", crossing my mind. A phrase filled with such deep devotion and yet, it's uttered daily and graces simple everyday conversations. In a sentence, it simply replaces the name of the addressee.

"Vonc es, cavd tanem?" - "How are you, [let me take your pain away]?"

"Cavd tanem, jur kberes?" - "[Let me take away your pain], could you bring me a glass of water?"

Such abundance of love that miniature rivers of it effortlessly flow into the most pedestrian pathways!

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 physics students

as requested by the wonderful @starferns

the chalkboard at the front of the lecture hall, covered in equations and graphs

visualizing a problem in your mind, step by step

cold water with ice cubes and a slice of lemon

diagrams drawn hastily on the corner of your paper, scribbled lines and half formed thoughts

replicating famous experiments and demonstrations

watching youtube videos late at night, picking apart complex theories

having an instinct for force diagrams and direction of motion

rushed, messy handwriting

finding beauty in motion and calculation and precision

seeing the universe as unimaginably small and unimaginably large at the same time

a well-worn grey sweater, frayed a little at the sleeves

equations scribbled on your arm until you know them by heart

studying newton and meitner and plank, all those who went before

talking with your hands, forming the shapes of arcs and trajectories as you work through a problem

long hallways and cold, sunny days

late night study groups

staring up at the sky, knowing exactly why and how the planets move as they do

trying einstein’s thought experiments

an old grandfather clock, pendulum measuring the passage of time

pages filled with calculations and precise strings of digits

I don't know what to do. I'm so lost in life I feel like I've made all the wrong decisions.

Let me ask you this: Did you get an instruction manual before you were born? Or attend a class titled 'how to live your life'? because I sure as hell didn’t — and neither did anyone else.

We live, we make mistakes, and we learn. We wander, we wonder, we make turns that don’t make sense until years later — if ever. Feeling lost is not only normal — it’s almost inevitable. There are so many paths, so many roads to take, and yet no clear map or lighthouse to guide us. So please, give yourself some grace. Be kinder with yourself.

You’ll likely never know for sure which road is 'right' or 'wrong' — and maybe that’s not the point. What's within your control is how you walk each path. What kind of person you choose to be along the way.

Try to do good. Try to be good. That's where your power lies.