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me: i'm not that dramatic

also me: *plays lacrimosa by mozart while crying at three in the morning*

Yesssss

the chemistry students

safety goggles and pristine white lab coats

the low flame of a bunsen burner

memorizing polyatomic ions, knowing the periodic table by heart

data tables filled with neat strings of numbers

the satisfying clink of glassware on the lab table

precision and steady hands

strings of calculations and conversions

balancing reactions in your head on the first try

deep focus, working through the procedure step by step

cold coffee abandoned on the windowsill

the light pink of a perfect titration

performing flashy demonstrations to impress your friends, delighting in their surprise

finding real world examples of complicated topics

graph paper and messy handwriting only you can understand

chemical formulas scrawled across the blackboard at the front of the classroom

neatly formatted lab reports

periodic table hung on your wall, atomic models on your bookshelf

hair pulled back, not a strand out of place

studying alchemy, fascination with the early pioneers in your field

lewis dot structures doodled in the margins of your lab notebook

working in the lab late at night, performing trial after trial until you know your data is accurate

formulas scribbled on your hands

being unfazed by vials of deadly chemicals

the vibrant colors of pH indicator solution

the gratification of a hypothesis proven correct

Confessions from a Chemistry Academic

I was thinking about the scientists from the scientific revolution the other day. And I wonder what drove their passion for science. I am guessing it's their thirst to know more about the world and know why it works the way it does. I think the same applies to modern scientists. But, why do teachers and professors make it so dull? It is almost as if science does not apply to every aspect of our lives, which is far from the truth. But where is the poetry of science? Where is the passion and inspiration? Stem shouldn't just be about Formulas and equations and getting high grades on the MCATs. Concepts are not meant to be only memorized. We are tested so heavily that we forget that there is beauty in science. Scientists from the past were romantics and actually took the time to understand and not just memorize concepts for an exam. We don't have the time to really understand. We are always rushed now. Professors also try to weed us out and give up on our dreams. That could be my golden age thinker bias talking, but what if it's not? I really like chemistry, but how on earth do I learn to love it? As much as I find STEM dark academia posts on Tumblr beautiful, the energy shown in the classroom isn't the same. Take the Dead Poets Society, for example. The students were able to love poetry because of their teacher, who emanated such passion that it inspired so many individuals. I am looking for a John Keating that teaches chemistry, physics, biology, and math. If I cannot find such a person I aspire to be that person. I want to inspire and radiate genuine love for stem. I want to be a chemistry romantic.

Yorick...bae

Why is this me?

tweed jackets, corduroy pants, brown trousers, oxford shoes, white button ups, brown leather, heavy sweaters, coffee rings, ripped out pages, thick belts, wire rimmed glasses, dusty books, quiet spaces, low lighting, dark wood, the picture of dorian gray, thick paper, expensive pens, figering brushing while reaching for the same book, long eye contact, small classes, close relationships with teachers, being an enigma, disappearing without explanation, wilting flowers, long coats, thrist for knowledge, thick volumes of ancient words, reading poetry aloud, old watches, golden jewelry, classical music, red wine, black coffee, music played on the piano, close knit groups of friends, a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

Me too

how to love a dark academic:

• write them letters and seal the envelopes with fancy wax seals

• buy them books

• write them poetry

• quote shakespeare, or really any other author or playwright to them

• read and discuss books with them

• listen to their 3 am rants on how we could've heard oscar wilde's voice if he'd had lived just a tad longer

• help them study

I got these precious books today! I swear that I do not have anymore space for books in my apartment. But, I still get them anyways.

So...I found this lovely bookshop and now I’m obsessed!!!!!

Finally came in the post!

Decisions decisions...

I’ve been collecting the quotes from celestial tea

I relate to this 100%

my favourite things i’ve done with Dark Academia

stayed up all night before school to read an entire book

completely bought out the charity shops book shelves,, like they where e m p t y

also all those books cost 50p each

worn the same sweater 4 days in a row because it’s comfortable and looks pretty

had so many notebooks my desk is overflowing with them

having so many books that they physically won’t fit on my shelf anymore so they need to go around my room on the floor

drinking mass amounts of coffee even tho i’m lactose intolerant

i shall add on as my crackheadery progresses

Thrifting because why not?

I live by this

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.

This is the epitome of academia and it’s beautiful in my eyes.

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

Imagine

I want write poetry and epic fantasy or history or both and I want to travel to old cities and try to transport myself back in time to when the architecture and frescoes were new and baroque was the new thing. I want to hear the people speak and how they’re conversations sounded. All we can do in our time is guess, but I want to know.

This is hilariously accurate

me in the bathtub, listening to hozier and eating pomegranate seeds: so this is persephones life huh

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 

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

Ah I love this

Hamlet’s Vision by Pedro Américo (1893)

Wow it’s scary how relatable this is

Chaotic academia (dark academia without the elegance):

Having one dusty record on the turntable that hasn't been touched in weeks.

Spare change shoved deep into pockets.

Rips in the lining of a wool coat.

Dyeing a shirt black to fit the occasion instead of getting a new shirt.

Listening to the same tape over and over and over.

Taking half an hour to get to the point of your anecdote.

Word vomit.

Bending a paperback in half when you read it.

Bobbing a foot up and down when you sit with your legs crossed.

Tea stains.

Tea rings on every surface.

Empty cups everywhere.

Plants that somehow manage to cling to life.

Piles of newspapers in the bathroom, kitchen, next to the sofa, everywhere.

Old light bulbs because new ones are bright white and inferior.

Being very passionate about many things at the same time.

Knowing a little bit about a lot of things.

Essentially being a glorified hoarder.

Is there anything better than reading a book and having a cuppa?

“What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?”-Willy Shakes

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