Wife, mother, sister, friend. Immigration lawyer. Novelist. Sherlockian, Terry Pratchett lover. Strident feminist. Adore Aaron Sorkin, Tina Fey, Caitlin Moran, Amy Poehler, Elizabeth Gilbert, Douglas Adams, Patrick Rothfuss, Jenny Lawson, Allie Brosh, and anyone who can make me laugh and think. Trying to practice conscious gratitude and cheerful willingness without sounding like a self-help book. Preferred pronouns: she/her
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apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
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bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.
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Peeta: I'd like to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.
Katniss: I wake up at 5am every day to go hunting.
Peeta: I'd like to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.
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It super depends on intent. Someone I love jamming out, feeling joy? Sign me tf up. Someone deciding that I am now their Captive Audience? F that So Hard.
Wait. Personality test. Reblog with whether you hate it when someone sings along to the music in the car or you think singing along is cool. Personally, I HATE it.
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the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also
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i logged on to twitter.com and saw somebody say “plutonium is fictional because it doesnt exist in nature”. which, one, i dont think is entirely true, im fairly certain trace amounts of plutonium exist in natural uranium deposits, and two, that is such a frankly wonderfully incorrect definition of fictional and im deeply intrigued by the implications. concrete is fictional. polyester doesnt exist
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for a while now i’ve been learning that some people kind of choose to hate themselves like you can give them tools and resources and advice and they’ll even follow some of it and go “i still hate myself” and i feel strongly at that point they’re kind of choosing to stay in that mindset because it’s comfortable and familiar or something but some people are truly [gotye voice] addicted to a certain kind of sadness and hooked on feeling low
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when i said i was gonna write all day i meant emotionally prepare to write. spiritually. through avoidance
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It's not a virtue to focus totally on your own peace and disregard problems around you. Ironically, it's also not a virtue to stew in your own anxiety.
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no actually i don't think antivaxxers' kids should die from a disease. i don't think gun advocates' kids should die in school shooting. children dying is bad actually, even if they're children of people you don't like.
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[COVERED IN BLOOD, EYES LARGE] i have been working. On my resume
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About the dark matter holding together the universe, poet and astrophysicist Rebecca Elson writes, “It’s as if all there were, were fireflies / and from them you could infer the meadow.” I saw so many fireflies today; I marched and chanted and wept with 150,000 of them. In my head: At least we are many, at least we are many, at least we are many. We are making a light that proves the existence of a meadow you can’t yet see. It’s a green bright place where children everywhere are allowed to grow old. You can join us there if you like.
— Kaveh Akbar, At Least We Are Many: Resisting the Drums of War
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