Sure U Call Urself An Anarchist And Have “be Gay Do Crime” In Ur Bio But Are You Nice To People In

Do you ever just miss a bond you had with someone? Like regardless of what happened between you two, you miss the conversations, the laughs you guys had over the stupidest things, or the way that they were there for you when you weren't at the best. The little things matter.

roasting some “dark academics”

It makes me so upset that some of you unironically call themselves pretentious and are proud of it.

Listen, I’m a soon-to-be astrophysics major and I’m not even 17.

I‘m fluent in 6 languages, learn 9.

When I was 13, an architecture professor at one of the most prestigious universities in the country told me I exceed most of his students and my projects should be implemented.

And I could go on but I won’t because GUESS WHAT?

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make me any better than anyone else. I’m proud of my achievements and so should you be of yours, there’s nothing more beautiful than a love for knowledge, but PLEASE, don’t tear others down.

Researching nanotechnology instead of Justin Bieber’s love life and reading Dostoyevsky rather than watching Ellen doesn’t make me or anyone else superior.

Your taste in literature, interest in art and/or science is valid and wonderful BUT YOUR GOD COMPLEX IS NOT.

Cottage Aesthetic

It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc

I hope someday the timing is right

sometimes all it takes is one cool breeze and i'm like. wow.. i'm going to live the fullest life everything is so great and i am so grateful and alive

the number of times i think about the full body viking skeleton i saw in the museum is ridiculous like when i say it haunts me i mean it actually haunts me

Now that we don't talk anymore, I can't help but wonder if I wander through his mind like he does on mine?