Sad To Still See So Many People Talk About How Gross Signs Of Aging Are And People Aging “poorly”.

31.01.2022

“If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.” -Tyler Knott Gregson

Last week of preparation before the first exam, a mix of anxiety and manifesting for good things to come. Also happy Chinese New Year’s Eve  ✨🐯🧧✨

FROM ROOF TO TABLE - ROB STEPHENSON

A photo essay documenting New York City’s Urban Agriculture movement. This project was made possible thanks to the Design Trust for Public Space and their Photo Urbanism Fellowship

01.25.2022

100 days of productivity: 1/100

looked through all my syllabuses

planned and reorganized my calendars/agendas

started reviewing ochem 1 for ochem 2

went to work

not a lot done today, but I’m very proud that I least got out of bed and attend class !!

students emailing teachers vs teachers responding.

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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i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

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.

My tumblr is my own little museum.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god