Matty Healy & Timothée Chalamet

That’s what friends do: they notice things. They’re there for each other. They see what parents don’t.

Nina LaCour (via purplebuddhaquotes)

matty's instagram story august 31, 2022

she remains iconic

On Her 40th Birthday, Alexa Chung Shares 40 Pearls Of Wisdom With Vogue

in honor of my school starting soon: a school moodboard

Something not enough people have been discussing about Oppenheimer is just how accurately they portray what the wonder and awe of physics feels like. I remember watching the thought sequences and near obsession Oppenheimer had with stars and quantum mechanics, and between the visuals and the music, it just resonated *so hard with me.*

The phrase, "can you hear the music?" so perfectly describes what made me fall in love with physics in the first place. It's something so *beyond* the scope of human existence; a hidden score that the universe harmonizes to. I so often feel like movies either downplay science or glorify it to seem less taxing and tricky than it is, but I feel like Oppenheimer found the sweet spot. To quote someone I saw review the trailer, they "made scientists (and for that matter physicists) cool again." Anyways, just thought that was neat and figured I'd share my nerdy little thoughts since there's so much barbenheimer everywhere and I can't seem to find just Oppenheimer appreciation. Do love barbenheimer though.

Just came back from vacations, it’s time to go back to my routine 💕

But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back"—almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour—the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrise. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the blue castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings-torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, from "The Blue Castle"

The only good thing about the movies was the casting. Other than that I don’t know them. The books are far superior. Goodbye.

The pink sand beaches of Bermuda.

they need to kiss and make up rn