Give A More Iconic Title For A Book Dedicated To Your Life, I’ll Wait.

Ah I love this

Hamlet’s Vision by Pedro Américo (1893)

Foggy mornings at Oxford

I was reading about Francis Crick and James Watson’s discovery of DNA in 1953…and admiring Santiago’s beautiful drawings of neurons…and Alan Hodgkin et Andrew Huxley’s mathematical discovery of calculating how action potentials propagates along a neuron…I couldn’t help but think how romantic it all is. To me it’s so interesting learning about the process of discovery. It’s incredible because all these people were just like us—students. It’s romantic because it’s human—a human experience—an insatiable thirst for knowledge, curiosity that knows no end. A perseverance to succeed. The ultimate quest to generate a novel idea before anyone else does. How can anyone say that science is not poetic? Science is poetry written in a different language, an esoteric one at that. But poetry nonetheless.

This gave me “Midnight in Paris” vibes. Imagine just casually talking and having tea with Uncle Willy Shakes, Marlowe, Jane Austen, Nietzsche, Hemingway, Lord Byron, and your other favorite writers. Ahhhh that’s simply perfection.

Thrifting because why not?

The academia life is just so revitalizating. Reading is such a satisfying activity for the mind and soul.

OMG! This is everything.

cute date idea: we go to a locally owned bookstore and cafe to buy greek history books and shakespeare. seeing your brown eyes in the sun makes me believe in miracles and hearing your voice recite soliloquies makes me believe in aphrodite

tchaikowsky donating his skull to the royal shakespeare company in the hopes of becoming yorick is the most dramatic ass dark academia shit ever and you can’t convince me otherwise 

I believe that this is the essence of academia. This is just so beautifully written. My heart fluttered as I read through the page.

Tea gets cold so quickly, it should be illegal.