The Problem Is That I Want To Know Everything In The World But Also I Can't Seem To Do My Laundry When

I thought i was the only one.

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

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time."

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

I wish I could be like one of those Tumblr people who make well-written and informed analyses on their interests and hyperfixations but no I got stuck with the GGAGRRHHD AARRAARFGHFGG. HHGGGGRGGGGRGRRRGGHH MMBBRBBRBJGJGJ KKAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHH AAA !!?,,!??,!

Aren't the clouds beautiful? They change over time but their beauty never fades.

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.

Wanna be friends with physics/astrophysics major students, anyone up for it 👀

Yes, who is peeves?

Best peeves moment is in Order of the Phoenix

Quote -

“and, whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke”