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makes a to do list. gets too stressed to start on it before it’s waaaaay to late (ohno!!)
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Lately..
I have been feeling low. But I'm slowly regaining my edge and that 'old self' I have been yearning for.
That bubbly, fearless, and childish aura I once had. I missed her. I missed her tiny imperfections, all of which I had to butcher and bury while simultaneously hiding the grief of her loss. Those tiny flaws that seemed to bother a handful of strangers but delighted the small amount that held me so dearly and warm.
I miss her confidence when facing unbelievably challenging problems, albeit the immature ideals that she once had. I'm very glad to welcome her back. I can't wait for her to meet the older me.
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For our anniversary, we gave each other vintage casalinghi espresso cups, even better to hold than to look at ⛾
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Valentine's is for frites
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February 22, 2024 - Thursday
I finished 2 of my borrowed ebooks so as a treat I went to the actual library and checked out 3 books that I randomly picked up from the shelves (by judging books by their covers✨). I got a poem collection, a YA fantasy, and a random book for genre study! That's my reading plan for this year: half ebooks that I meticulously researched and put on my TBR, and half random books I picked up from the library!
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Spring is coming slow, so slow. In the smoking area outside the village underground I'm truly thawed out. Tucked away on an industrial estate I watch my friend drink something fancy from a local winery under a display of spanners and power tools and am overwhelmed by beauty. A friend brings tulips and no vase can hold them so we have to split the bunch across four jars. A freshly wrapped sandwich at the deli is heavy with goodness. The sun, now hitting the windows across the street, sending light scattering into our bedroom, warm rain like a baptism, like a chain link gently prised apart, like the print fresh lipstick leaves on the glass
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14/30 - Happy Valentine’s Day ! I submitted a huge Psychology assignment and I couldn’t be happier to have it finished. Now I just have my French B2 exam to study for, which is surprisingly on track 📚❤️
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Monet Refuses the Operation
by Lisel Mueller
Doctor, you say that there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don’t know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and changes our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
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"Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, but sometimes it's incomparable in other ways. Sometimes it's heaven that the false fire of imagination could never capture."
Before the Coffee Gets Cold
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something my master's supervisor said about job hunting is that "usually it's not about you. getting rejected is not a choice against you, but for someone who seemed slightly more appropriate for the position. that does not mean you are a worse researcher. i know it's tough when you do your best and it feels like nobody wants you but just keep going"
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NY, I like you!
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