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my opinion on quantum physics is that we should stop looking into it. it's none of our business and frankly the particles seem to agree

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”

“My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.”

-Gustave Flaubert

concept: there are lots of different worlds and all of them have different levels of access to magic. Some are just all over the place and some have no magic at all.

You would think that we would be one of the strictly non-magical worlds, but actually, that’s not the case—we don’t have like, a huge excess of magic, but we have, like, dreams, and the placebo effect, which puts us pretty solidly in the “Numinous” world category.

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 !!?,,!??,!

The sky is so tragically beautiful, the graveyard of stars.

Mathematics is beautiful and amazing and a worthwhile activity even disregarding the applications in science/engineering, and it’s sad that so many people hate it. It’s not your enemy, they just didn’t teach it well enough/correctly at school.

Crash

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.