Chotta Bheem

Everybody has secrets. That’s nondebatable. The only question is whether you’re keeping you’re own, or someone else’s.

The Cousins by Karen M. McManus (via c-morrigan)

you know what’s really fun and in style right now? being kind and making others feel loved and valued

the mathematics students

crisp, grey mornings

the scratch of pencil on graph paper

working through complex problems just for the joy of it

baroque era piano music playing in the background

a love of patterns and puzzles

writing out your favorite proofs again and again

advanced math courses, sitting with the upperclassmen

the dusty green of an empty chalkboard

formulas scribbled on your hand in pen

going through a problem again and again until you understand it fully

carefully sketched graphs

short, bitten nails

ice cold water

hands marked with graphite

using math to take apart the world around you

doodling fractals on scratch paper

memorizing digits of pi just to show off to your friends

the moment of clarity when a problem fits together

hair clipped back out of your face

looking for fibonacci sequences in nature

watching a long and complicated equation simplify down to something short and compact

reblog this if you think scars, stretch marks, chubby tummies, hip dips, literally anything on the human body that society calls “not normal”, are cute and valid and loved <3

Let's run away

isnt the indian national anthem chamak chalo

reblog this to put a silly little wizard hat on the person you reblogged it from

Lovely words from latin to describe nature:

Imber : a rain shower

Solis Occasum : the setting of the sun

Lux Brumalis :  the light of winter

Aurora Borealis : morning light from the north

Apricus : full of sunlight 

Crepusculum : twilight

Umbra : darkness

i would rather say "i love you" too much than too little, yk? i would rather yell "i love you" across a parking lot at 8:40 pm than to quietly go home, i would rather scream at my friends that "i love you" before i turn a corner, i would rather live in a world where my friends yell "i love you" back at the top of their lungs because life is so insufferably long but its also so so so short and i just. i would rather tell my people that i love them a ridiculous amount than have them not know,

yk?

I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home.

— Andrea Gibson