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Bunsen burner
this reminds me of the BUNSEN BURNA video
the most notorious and soul-sucking circle of hell (i.e., a Ph.D. program).
someone tall, dark haired, dressed in black, and . . . yeah. That was it.
Plus, her GRE scores and GPA were almost perfect. Not having a life came in handy, sometimes.
pookie…
He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick. And Olive had just kissed him.
“Is there something wrong?” He sounded almost concerned. “What? No. No, there isn’t.” “Because,” he continued calmly, “kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.”
hehehehe
It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.
WAIT WAS HE THE GUY. CAUSE SHE COULDNT SEE SO SHE DOESNT KNOW.
Chapter Two
not story related at all but i just like this font. its really cute
update (08/18/25): still true
Anh was her person.
i understand.
The point is: I am here for you, and always will be, no matter what. No matter how many pounds of spoiled shrimp cocktail you projectile vomit, you can trust me.
awww :(
Sent from my iPhone
I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THIS WAS FUNNY
“You sneaky monster,”
im using this now
“Someone once told me that ‘Gossip in this department is the wor—’ ”
oh you silly little fucker
“Fine. We can say that you broke up with me.” “Because that sounds credible,” he said drily, almost below his breath.
oh…..thats….
“You really need to start calling me Adam. Since we’ve reportedly been dating for a while.”
hehehe
“Have you considered getting a real girlfriend?” His eyebrow lifted. “Have you considered getting a real date?” “Touché.”
No. Yes. No. What?
me everyday of my life.
She had gone on maybe five dates in her life, including the ones with Jeremy, and they had ranged from moderately boring to anxiety inducing to horrifying
hA- TOTALLY NOT RELATABLE AT ALL…
Maybe spending so many years alone had warped her in some fundamental way and that was why she seemed to be unable to develop a true romantic connection, or even the type of attraction she often heard others talk about.
😀
Academics, ladies and gentlemen.
Which are idiotic, Olive thought. “Which are idiotic,” Adam said,
they are literally perfect
Unlike anyone else. Familiar—impossibly so.
“Zero. But I am familiar with the trope.” “The . . . what?” He blinked at her, confused.
HA-
Olive realized that she had just rendered Adam Carlsen speechless.
LMAO
“Sure.”
quick answer for a man who doesnt like people…
Purkinje
(“It is an Olympic sport, Olive. And I am training for gold.”)
thats such a good line
“Ol, this is breathtakingly stupid.”
“Ol. I could never hate you. You’ll always be my kalamata.”
“You ooze moodiness.”
“I hate tea,” he said. “And chamomile.” Olive beamed up at him. “That is unfortunate.” “You smart-ass.”
“No. I have other, more productive ways of making my grads miserable.” She chuckled. He was funny,
“Dude.” The man pretended to bristle. “Introduce me as your friend.” Adam rolled his eyes, clearly amused. “Olive, this is my friend and collaborator. Dr. Tom Benton.”
STOP THE FUCKING LIGHTS.
“Stop harassing my girlfriend.” It was less of a warning and more of a threat.
(after reading the book this was DEF foreshadowing)
This. Yep, this. This was her life now.
HAHAHA
“It’s okay, Olive. Breathe.”
oh id fucking melt
it seemed like for a fraction of a moment Adam followed her, trying to fill the gap between their mouths.
AHHHHH
“Well. I’m going, too.” “At least there’s that.”
third read and i forgot how cute this is :(
HYPOTHESIS: There will be a significant positive correlation between the amount of sunscreen poured in my hands and the intensity of my desire to murder Anh.
LMAOOOOOO
Arial (11 point),
gross.
Olive: Well, fuck you, Adam.
TELL EM
“I wish you were salt-and-vinegar chips,”
no cause they are so fire
“Groped under SPF pretense.”
it’s depressing to see tenured faculty here on a Friday night, instead of, I don’t know, watching Netflix in bed, or getting dinner with their girlfriend—” “I thought you were my girlfriend.”
oh my gods.
And I am drawn to you, even though I don’t know why.
shalalalalala my oh my
“You know, when I have no more friends and everyone hates me because of this fake-dating thing, I’ll be super lonely and you are going to have to hang out with me every day. I’ll annoy you all the time. Is it really worth being mean to every grad in the program?” “Absolutely.”
omg SHUT UP THEY ARE SO CUTE
Perhaps rumors of your cruelty have been greatly exaggerated.” His mouth twitched. “Maybe you just pull out the best in me?”
Olive barely managed to wait until she was outside to fist-pump, then jump around a few times, then fist-pump again. “You all done?” Adam asked. She turned around, remembering that she wasn’t alone. His arms were folded on his chest, fingers drumming against his biceps. There was an indulgent expression in his eyes, and—she should have been embarrassed, but she just couldn’t help it. Olive threw herself at him and hugged his torso as tight as she could.
“It’s for your own good. And for the good of the elderly people who might come in any proximity to you. Even more elderly than you, that is.” He sighed, defeated. “Olive.”
“He’s really not that sullen.” “Oh, he is. Just, you don’t notice, because you’re halfway gone for him.” “I am not—” She smacked her forehead. Repeatedly. “Shit.”
