Amal El-Mohtar And Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose The Time War

chaotic academia, pinterest

productive things to do that aren’t studying

make your bed

take a shower

do some journaling

exercise/take a walk

try a new recipe to make for lunch

tidy your room

listen to a podcast

declutter your phone and laptop

read a book

take a break (taking breaks are productive!!)

Words as feelings

Losing my Welsh: what it feels like to forget a language

When my mother said she was lonely, I knew I had to relearn my Bengali language

The deep roots of writing

Gesture Talks

Africa’s colonisation of the English language continues apace

The Ebbing Language

The Strange Persistence of First Languages

Mother Tongue

What Do You Lose When You Lose Your Language?

If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is?

Why learning a new language is like an illicit love affair

Thoughts into words

Flowers in her hand (details)

“To achieve perfection in writing while retaining naturalness it was important to write a great deal, to write fluently, as the pianist practices the piano, rather than to correct constantly one page until it withers. To write continuously, to try over and over again to capture a certain mood, a certain experience. Intensive correcting may lead to monotony, to working on dead matter, whereas continuing to write and to write until perfection is achieved through repetition is a way to elude this monotony, to avoid performing an autopsy. Sheer playing of scales, practice, repetition — then by the time one is ready to write a story or a novel a great deal of natural distillation and softing has been accomplished.”

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Anaïs Nin, On Writing

If you’re in that place in your life where you’re trying to please everyone and feeling so bad about yourself because you’re not meeting other people’s expectations: I see you, and I love you.

It’s okay to not fit in! It’s okay to not please others. I’ve learned that lesson, but it was hard. I’m confident enough to make decisions that others might disapprove of, but I know are the right choices for me. I’ve learned to brush off meaningless criticism, but I’ve spent so many hours crying over what others have said about me. Maybe you don’t yet think it’s possible to be confident, to be comfortable in your skin, but it is. I love you. I love you so much.

if you need me i’ll be in the forest, searching for portals to another dimension,

tumblr is my scrapbook, i find something pretty i want to look at later and i glue it to a page . like yesssss you are my little memory forever to look at lovingly