me: oh, mighty professor, bearer of knowledge infinitely superior to mine, I humbly beg thee to answer my lowly cries for help interpreting the sacred texts which I, but a small pupil of your elite occupation, dutifully study at your excellency's demand. pray tell, will you condescend to clarify, when the moment pleases you, to which of my meager mathematical calculations does this elaborate visual diagram apply?
professor: 12 & 13 sry bout thst.
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Famous authors while naming characters
Jane Austen: “I am going to create a character who is an avant-garde of elegance and is such a pleasant,lovely creature that even the heroine looks up to her and (in a high-pitched, lilting voice) I am going to name her Jane.”
On the other hand, Fyodor Dostoevsky: “ I am going to create the most wretched, ugliest, womanizing buffoon that is a horrible father and is, without a doubt, most rotten man of the rogues and (in a rather deep, husky, lilting tone) I am going to name him Fyodor.”
03.02.22// working on the hamsun paper & polishing my presentation for tomorrow :))!
listening to: taeyeon, can’t control myself
doing my damnedest to free myself of the “just gotta get through this week” “only x more days til the weekend” mindset & learn to appreciate each day for whatever it is lest i be driven to madness
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
10.10.2021
instead of studying for my chem midterm, my friend and i went to an exhibition on indigenous arts. on the first floor there was also this cute lil cafe named ‘katita’ where we just had some cookies n tea
“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”
— Clementine von Radics
next time you stand in a public place think about the fact that everyone around you have sobbed until they felt they would break at least once in their life, every single one has been nervous, scared. they’ve all felt small once, insecure too. they’ve all felt so alone they thought their chest would cave in on itself, wishing someone would see them and hug them. they’ve laughed until their stomach cramped too, they’ve all seen or felt a sunset, they’ve all loved something or someone, they all want to be loved too. everyone else is a lot more human than we tend to give them credit for
honestly WHAT is it with stem fields and turning every man who majors in one to look like this
my father used to be a frat boy who went to parties and got drunk as hell but every pic of him post graduating in chemical engineering looks like this. what happened.
The life I want to be living is this: going for long autumn and winter walks listening to podcasts, coming back home to a flat with enough natural light and the ability to get fresh air, my environment and belongings being clean and organised, running a hot bath to read in and feeling the water heat up my chilled bones, working on my own projects and writing, cooking nutritious and tasty food, having a comfortable sofa to sit on in the evenings.