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gentle reminder you can rise up from everything. you can recreate yourself. nothing is permanent. you are not stuck. you have choices. you can think new thoughts. you can learn something new. you can create new habits. all that matters is that you decide today and never look back.
My two thoughts while reading The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka
1: wow, this is a beautifully tragic story on what it means to become “useless” in the eyes of society despite so wanting to be a part of it and it is a critique on how we do not shame others for choosing not to work but once one is unable to, they loose all inherent value in our minds and are diminished to being simply, a pest.
2: I wanna scurry around like a little cockroach under furniture
People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Do you ever start bullshitting a paper, and then look over it halfway through and think, ’…Wait a minute, I could be onto something here.’
Spring with the burn of the Sun that gets lost in the wintry winds of the shade, the bloom of a million flowers from the cracked earth of the desolate days of the past, the renewal of life and spirit, the wandering feet changing paths enchanted by the bounty of nature, the hope that germinates from the ruins of past, the crunch of fallen yellow leaves beneath my boots, the green of budding leaves that dominate the pupil of the eye, the time for choosing between cold coffee (probable cold and cough) and hot lemon tea (probable burn of the throat), the joys of laying on the lawn with grass sticking to hoddies that would bid farewell soon (unless you're weird enough to wear 'em in summer cause HOODIES duh), the lazy lay in sun cause cats do have a lot in common with humans...
Autumn with falling leaves; setting suns; warm cardigans; steaming hot coffee that scaldes your tongue with the first sip; tea that reminds you of a lineage of women before you, who have sipped the same recipe, over, and over again, for comfort; baking food for yourself, and sharing it with others; running hands on the soft blanket that reminds you so much of a past that doesn't exist anymore, but was dear to your heart; Folklore and Evermore cause what's fall without TS records; looking at cats and wishing you'd be born as one if there do be a next life, and and and...
Don't you sometimes just love the feel of winter, the entire aesthetic included. In a turtleneck, snuggling in a warm blanket with a classic book and a cup of coffee or tea to keep you warm as you furiously scribble notes about characters, your thoughts and observations, and the quotes that you love the most.
Feels like winter to me.
There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.
— Steve Moore, V for Vendetta
Credit: autumnslittlesister
Why do random university essays have to shatter my reality? Brb gonna go recover from the implications of the French Revolution
Physical health should come before academia.
Remember it's okay to find something difficult and put it down to pick up again another day.
I don't understand my economic reading and I'm tired so I'm gonna focus on my history reading as its more understandable.
I love Russian history. I do not love calender conversions.
Why be a stressed STEM student when you can be unhealthy obsessed with the humanities and spend more time at university despite having way less contact hours.
The totality of history and how we physically can never know everything. That's all thank you.
Queer creative writing major order
One of my daily poems, a task assigned by my creative writing professor
Academic weapon (I type one sentence then pick up my phone.)
Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (the tragedy of a friendship so colored by romance)
I finished reading the stranger the other day, and I could not articulate how the book made me feel. I talked about the book to two different teachers and have lacked an answer to the question, "What did you think about it?" both times. I understood and empathized to a degree on what Mersault was going through and his overall viewpoint. Not in whole, but enough I feel. It's a strange feeling. Funny enough, I feel absurd when trying to explain it.
Thinking about her.
The university library that has once offered me refuge and motivation, now closed and empty.
erm, not my video
It's so funny to me that people think of Math/Mathematicians as being hyper-logical and rational. Like, have you seen some of the wild things hiding in the Math?
Did you know there are non-computable numbers?? (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaitin%27s_constant)
Did you know that there are things that are true, but we can't prove them??? (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6del%27s_incompleteness_theorems)
Did you know that we can prove that something exists, and yet never actually figure out what that thing is?? (https://mathworld.wolfram.com/NonconstructiveProof.html)
Math is crazy. Math is wild. Math hardly makes sense, and when you think you understand the weirdest parts of it, everyone who hears you explain it to thinks you're a gibbering lunatic.
"In mathematics you don’t understand things. You just get used to them." - von Neumann
(please share more unhinged math with me, i want to see more scary math)
my order from @seminarycoop came in & i am SO excited to dig in!! seminary also sent some cute stickers/goodies with my order, which was a lovely surprise :)
i liked caitlin starling’s debut, The Luminous Dead, and i’m pumped for another sapphic horror story. i’m also having a ton of fun writing about the Locked Tomb books rn, so— review to come for YJ too, hopefully :)
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"I am always jealous. I am ALWAYS jealous. No matter how much I have. I am always wanting more. I can't be filled. I can't be enough. I can't get everything. I want more. I want more. And I have so much love, blessings, accomplishments, money, talent----more than I deserve for free and I still chase for more. I still scoff at other's happiness. I still wish for their failures. I pray for their downfall. I want to see them get beautifully destroyed, just because I don't want to see them succeed. I still want what they have even if in reality, I don't need it, I want it so they can't have it. I am so petty, so mean, so ill. No wonder no one likes me. I am filled with so much hate and despair and spite that I could never ever have enough"
~one of my unfinished novels. <3