If I Had The Slightest Discipline In Me I’d Be Unstoppable

Wouldn't mind having one.

life is not for having responsibilities life is for basking in sunshine on chilly january mornings with a book in your lap and nothing but the sound of wind whispering against the bushes around you

—fuck sex, let's pull an all nighter where you teach me chemistry and i make coffee for you

Physicist, holding General Relativity in the one, and Quantumphysics in the other hand:

Now Kiss!

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What it means to be a passerby in life.

I suppose, is a vague attempt at figuring out what I want to be in another person's life, I guess. The passerby here leaves an impression on the psyche of every person he interacts with, or at least he tries to in his own way. He doesn't want to be an integral part of a person's life but a vague, misty memory. Whenever the person thinks of the period of time when the passerby existed in the same light cone, he remembers the vague passerby and wonders how weird that particular passerby was with his weird principles and philosophies, the god complex, the quirks, the manipulations. I don't really know if that's what I actually want to be or if it is my own mind's creation to fill the void of not being around people among whom I would want to be the main character. Is it possible to find a main character like that, or am I exaggerating all of it? Either way, I find some kind of joy in being the passerby, maybe possibly more joy than being the main character.

I thought i was the only one.

okay but like am i the only one that’s intimidated by their own goals??

i know i know chalk makes your hands feel weird, but blackboards > whiteboards

So goddamm true ✨

when the numbers work out for a physics problem you've been working on for hours.... so sexy so goddamn sexy