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I don’t want a degree anymore I want a nap

wholesome student life things that we should collectively start romancizing

waking up and being genuinely thrilled to go to class because today is THAT CLASS you love so much you’d like it to never end

coffee breaks with friends, chatting and joking about this particularly hard essay and the prof’s mannerism

coffee breaks on your own, as you absent-mindedly watch the people around you, while thinking about what you’re working on

finding this book you’ve been dying to read for so long, and borrowing it from the library

the feeling of excitement that goes through you whenever you remember The Book is in your backpack

understanding everything during demanding classes and being genuinely interested in the subject

buying a New Special Pen and taking colorful notes that look super pretty

not being able to shut up about your school projects (no your friends dont really care about the intricate details of what you’re working on, they don’t even have the same major as you, but they’re happy to hear you rant with such a burning passion)

actually doing the extra reading and having your curiosity so piqued by what you’re reading that you go on and on and suddenly its 1am and what happened

printing the project you’ve spent so much time and energy on and feeling the paper’s warmth

actually submitting that project without feeling awful about it because you know you did your best and aren’t responsible for what happens next

when you finally finish this Super Hard And Important Essay at like 3am, open the window and feel the cold night air on your burning cheeks and everything is dark and quiet and you can see the moon and you’re at peace with everything for a few minutes

when this professor you admire says you did a great job and/or that you’re talented!!!!

realizing two concepts that seemed so far away from each other and that you discovered in wildly different contexts are actually interlinked, then Realizing™ things and linking concepts/works/articles to each other at the speed of light & being super excited about it

being so deeply immersed in your work that you didn’t realize two hours have passed

finding the Perfect Spot at the library

that Pure Joy moment when you FINALLY understand that super obscure sentence/text

when you feel anxious because you’re not done with your homework & the deadline is super tight & your friend tells you they aren’t done yet either

same but with an even more intense relief feeling when you realize you both haven’t even started yet

when the professor starts a new reasoning and you can predict what the next idea/the final conclusion will be

when the professor mention your favorite novel/author/fictional character in class and you feel like your internal screech of joy could shatter glass

the Academic Salt™ that has you like 👀👀

when the professor tears apart an author or scholar you hate and you’re like YES I WANT BLOOD GIVE ME BLOOD

when you learn that Cool New Fact that makes you reconsider your whole life

leaving the library after a long productive day and feeling like nothing is real but experiencing everything more intensely

leaving the library at night after a long study session and everybody has left already and its just you and the long neon-lit corridors then stepping outside and smelling the crisp night wind

feel free to add your own!!!

okay so.... hear me out... there is a youtube video with dark s3 bloopers and i’ve noticed something... a scene where doris comes down the stairs and there is a silhouette that kinda looks like agnes?? were they supposed to meet after all? idk i’m probably just overthinking but...

sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down

dropping out of university is ok. joining some weird group to study greek is ok. taking part in a bacchanal is ok. accidentally killing a random farmer is ok. planning to run away to uruguay is ok. murdering one of your friends is ok. do whatever u need to do to cope.

hannah, ulrich and egon be like:

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏ- 　

kara x north

“ - forever?

- forever.”

asleep by the smiths // fireworks by mitski // last words of a shooting star by mitski // carry me out by mitski // guilt tripping by frnkiero andthe cellabration // funeral by phoebe bridgers // unfucktheworld by angel olsen // cigar by tamino // fourth of july by sufjan stevens

[oh how fast the evening passes

cleaning up the champagne glasses]