mysticallamasong

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I kinda wanna be the girl who does things. Like she goes to class, she studies, she does research, she volunteers, she exercises, she cooks, she consumes media, she's INFINITELY POWERFUL-

Professor McGonagall

the day i get rid of my crazy fear of failure and my procrastination, it will be over for you all.

misokinesia so bad i need blinders like a horse

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

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born to scroll through pinterest

forced to study

I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here

welcome to finals week… main goal? focus and do your best, it’s you against the world.

i’m falling so hard for this boy i wanna scream

hi yes I'd like to order a fucking break for the next million years please. thankyou.

Learn to love reading and research I promise you’ll never be bored again

Планы на вечер….

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

Whatever is learned with satisfaction and enjoyment stays with you forever.

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

"My Family and Other Animals" - Gerald Durrell

The synopsis looked good

the cover looked nice,

You opened the book,

and began a new life.

You found a new home,

you met new friends,

You kept on reading,

hoping it would never end.

You danced through the pages,

you sang out the beautiful words,

You felt all their joy,

all their pain and hurt.

The pages cut your fingers,

the words cut your heart,

Like the author had a knife,

and was tearing your soul apart.

You laughed with the characters,

and with them you cried,

You fell in love with them too,

but with them you died.

A catch in your breath,

as the climax grows near,

You become deaf to the world,

the book's all you can hear.

You're completely lost now,

Or perhaps, you are found

In this strange paper world,

that's far from the ground.

When the book reached it's end,

and your broken heart couldn't heal,

you just suddenly realised that,

all this was not real.

This is what it is like reading a book.

Your world becomes an interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, thoughts and images altogether. Paper and ink. Black and white.

- by Shweta Amirapu

Maybe I'm not introverted, maybe I want community, gossiping over a glass of wine, coffee shop dates, dying in some club's dirty bathroom, knowing half a city and saying hello to my favourite restaurant waiter; maybe I got too badly burned too young, just got too scared, settled for living in numbing comfort

The fourth little pig built his house out of wolf skulls. It wasn’t very sturdy, but it sent a message.

Do you ever feel like you miss out on life, because you are not able to socialize the way most people do?

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

Therapy is not enough, I need to eat pasta with the person I love on a sunny afternoon in an Italian vineyard.

Cats

i don't want to be smart, i want to be brilliant

mitochondria really is the powerhouse of the cell huh