The Greek Squad Be Like

(suicide tw obviously) i just want to make it clear that quentin doesn’t have to actively try to physically harm himself to be engaging in suicidal behaviors and ideation???

quentin saying “break my bones, strangle me; i’m too tired to care”? that’s passively suicidal, y’all

quentin not giving one iota of a shit that alice says he’s going to die is suicidal

quentin not caring whether he lives or dies is suicidal 

quentin pushing the monster as far as he can, knowing what it does to people who push it, is suicidal 

the fact that he’s not actively seeking out buildings with easy rooftop access anymore doesn’t mean he wants to be alive right now, and he is very much not okay and somebody needs to do something about it

«everything repeats itself, as none of us are prepared to let go» 

i am not. i am not prepared to let go.

i have finished the final season of dark an hour ago and now i’m sitting in my kitchen, eating chocolate pudding and crying my eyes out. i am so happy that i’ve had a chance to be a part of this journey. and what a journey it was! i was sad, i was happy, i was angry; i felt excited, i felt betrayed, i felt hopeful. i didn’t like every character. but i loved each and every one of them. they are different. they have unique stories. they make terrible mistakes. they learn and change. they feel incredibly human. i’ve been a part of this story since the first season came out, and letting it go seems very painful. starting watching every next episode felt like i’m making a step closer to some sort of weird emptiness. i’ve finished the last episode — what am i supposed to do with my life now?

the ending was so bittersweet. when jonas and martha realized that they are a glitch in the matrix, when they were erasing their own existence, it felt like losing a part of myself. they wanted to live. they wanted to be happy. they wanted for all of this to finally come to an end. and they had to pay a price. but, honestly, seeing everyone in the original world being so happy, seeng everything being exactly how it should be made me sob and shake. it felt like all of this was worth it. nothing is in vain.

i am not prepared to let go yet. but i think i will be. maybe, in 33 years.

dark academia people reblog with ur star sign in the tags it’s for science

wholesome student life things that we should collectively start romancizing

waking up and being genuinely thrilled to go to class because today is THAT CLASS you love so much you’d like it to never end

coffee breaks with friends, chatting and joking about this particularly hard essay and the prof’s mannerism

coffee breaks on your own, as you absent-mindedly watch the people around you, while thinking about what you’re working on

finding this book you’ve been dying to read for so long, and borrowing it from the library

the feeling of excitement that goes through you whenever you remember The Book is in your backpack

understanding everything during demanding classes and being genuinely interested in the subject

buying a New Special Pen and taking colorful notes that look super pretty

not being able to shut up about your school projects (no your friends dont really care about the intricate details of what you’re working on, they don’t even have the same major as you, but they’re happy to hear you rant with such a burning passion)

actually doing the extra reading and having your curiosity so piqued by what you’re reading that you go on and on and suddenly its 1am and what happened

printing the project you’ve spent so much time and energy on and feeling the paper’s warmth

actually submitting that project without feeling awful about it because you know you did your best and aren’t responsible for what happens next

when you finally finish this Super Hard And Important Essay at like 3am, open the window and feel the cold night air on your burning cheeks and everything is dark and quiet and you can see the moon and you’re at peace with everything for a few minutes

when this professor you admire says you did a great job and/or that you’re talented!!!!

realizing two concepts that seemed so far away from each other and that you discovered in wildly different contexts are actually interlinked, then Realizing™ things and linking concepts/works/articles to each other at the speed of light & being super excited about it

being so deeply immersed in your work that you didn’t realize two hours have passed

finding the Perfect Spot at the library

that Pure Joy moment when you FINALLY understand that super obscure sentence/text

when you feel anxious because you’re not done with your homework & the deadline is super tight & your friend tells you they aren’t done yet either

same but with an even more intense relief feeling when you realize you both haven’t even started yet

when the professor starts a new reasoning and you can predict what the next idea/the final conclusion will be

when the professor mention your favorite novel/author/fictional character in class and you feel like your internal screech of joy could shatter glass

the Academic Salt™ that has you like 👀👀

when the professor tears apart an author or scholar you hate and you’re like YES I WANT BLOOD GIVE ME BLOOD

when you learn that Cool New Fact that makes you reconsider your whole life

leaving the library after a long productive day and feeling like nothing is real but experiencing everything more intensely

leaving the library at night after a long study session and everybody has left already and its just you and the long neon-lit corridors then stepping outside and smelling the crisp night wind

feel free to add your own!!!

noah's face when charlotte says that he is not her father?? i'm gonna fucking die

when in the woods somewhere by hozier started playing i felt it

Sue Zhao

We’re the ones who don’t belong.

when you first moved in with me, you got a new vase. i’ll buy you flowers and we’ll put them there, – you said. for two years it remained empty on the windowsill, covered with a coat of dust.

when you moved out, you left some things behind. the empty vase, a little toy your late mother bought for you when you were a kid, a mug i gifted you for your birthday. things of no importance.

i can see everything a little bit clearer now. you never cared for little things – not really.

i think i’m going to buy some flowers for myself.

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨.