#and quarterlife crisis

[greenlaut]

wanderers

[augustinewrites]

do you say ‘wip’ letter by letter or automatically as work in progress

[valentone]

im working on improving myself by finally doing things i wanna do. I'm trying to get a small workout plan going, reading more often, and here the important part; do i have any mutuals who have an education in physics and mathematics? I've gone so long outside of schooling i feel as though i've forgotten what i've learned and want to take courses in maths and sciences again. English is also a big interest to me and would like to pursue that more. So if any ppl i know have any resources i would appreciate that <3

[bogusfilth]

while i'm here the attitude i've heard from my arts friends (who i love very much) towards theoretical science lately is bizarre. "what is she going to do with a pure math degree" I don't know mr. studio arts, potentially get a very lucrative career in data analysis. or maybe they're just doing it because. you know. they like it?? why are you the one asking what the "practical purpose" of a degree is all of a sudden??

[ogiuemaniax]

Chainsaw Man’s Quarterlife Crisis

WARNING: CHAINSAW MAN MANGA PART 2 SPOILERS I recently read the book Quarterlife: The Search for Self in Early Adulthood by therapist Satya Doyle Byock, which talks about the concept of the “quarterlife crisis.” According to Doyle, it is when someone in early adulthood feels a sense of dissatisfaction from a certain imbalance—in the pursuit of either meaning or stability, the other is never…

[aestherians]

he's just like me for real...

[autistme]

ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO HAVE A GOOD DAY 🗣️⁉️

[stylesjuice]

waiting to meet my friends for the froukje concert and all the girlies that are walking past me to get in line are just So Young

[schulott]

no biggie I’ll keep riding

[plakatierenverboten]

Pudeldame: Quarterlife Crisis (Official Video)

[syrinq]

me, randomly waking up from my slumber after engaging with the same obsession for 2 months straight: i'm getting bored of warframe again

my SO, now ecstatic i can actually continue playing the game i said i would play for 2 months straight (lords of the fallen) or mayhaps others i've been wanting to but haven't (armored core 6 feat. the 300+ other rotting things in my library):

[einviertelleben]

Kalte Pizza

"Weißt du?" seufze ich in seine Richtung. "Alle meine Freunde sind mittlerweile seit Jahren in derselben Branche oder im gleichen Job und steigen die Karriereleiter empor. Und ich – ich renne immer noch zwischen all den Leitern hin und her, ohne zu wissen, für welche ich mich entscheiden soll. Manchmal steige ich auf die erste Sprosse, manchmal sogar auf die zweite, aber dann bin ich enttäuscht oder denke, dass es nebenan bestimmt viel spannender ist. Dass das doch nicht schon alles gewesen sein kann."

Mal wieder laufen die Tränen wie ein Wasserfall über mein Gesicht. Wie immer, wenn wir über dieses Thema sprechen. "Und ich habe das Gefühl, dass mir langsam die Zeit davonläuft.“ Ich schluchze. „Ich bin so müde von dem ewigen Gefühl anders sein zu müssen. Nicht genug zu sein. Ich glaube mit mir stimmt einfach etwas nicht.“

Er schaut mich an. Sein Blick ist weich und warm. "Aber ist das Leben nicht genau dazu da? Zum Entdecken? Was für einen Sinn hat unsere Existenz, wenn wir nicht der Neugier folgen? Woher sollst du denn wissen, welche Leiter deine ist, wenn du nicht auf alle mal einen Blick wirfst?"

Ich beiße von der kalten Pizza ab, die von gestern Abend übrig geblieben ist und wische mir mit dem Ärmel meines übergroßen flauschigen Bademantels die Tränen von der Wange. „Vielleicht hast du recht“, antworte ich. „Vielleicht hat er ja wirklich recht“ sage ich noch einmal zu mir selbst.

[chazuramen]

was looking forward to two long weekends back to back because i thought i was finally gonna have time to finish my wips but nah, apparently i must experience the horrors

[duskytaless]

Nobody told me even good change causes same amount of sorrow, pain, discomfort, and fear. The only thing that distinguishes it from the bad one is at the end of it you are in a better place.

[augustinewrites]

“babe. baaaabe. babe!”

“what, satoru?” you ask sharply, looking up from your laptop to where your boyfriend has spread himself across your couch, his legs in shoko’s lap. 

he lifts his shades to look at you. “was i your first crush?”

“yes,” you answer quickly.

you immediately return to the report you’re writing, missing the face shoko makes before she says, “that’s not true.” 

“ieiri,” you whisper harshly, but it’s too late. your boyfriend’s already jumped off the couch to lean his palms against your desk. 

“what? i wasn’t your first?!”

“you were,” you insist, glaring at your friend. “shoko is clearly misremembering things.”

“am i though?”

“you know what, it’s fine,” gojo sighs, slipping his shades back on and rolling the sleeve of his t-shirt up so he can flex. “obviously i’m way cooler than whatever lame schmuck high school you was crushing on.”

behind him, shoko’s scoff is the final nail in your coffin. “nanami is way cooler than you ever were.”

you slap your forehead, bracing yourself for gojo’s inevitable overreaction. 

but he doesn’t get the chance, interrupted by a light knock against your doorframe from, you guessed it, nanami kento.

“yaga said you wanted to see me?”

cue overreaction.

“you had a crush on— on him?” 

nanami swats gojo’s finger away from his cheek. 

“oh my god,” your boyfriend breathes, currently experiencing a quarterlife crisis. “you liked this emo nemo?”

nanami ignores him, sending you a questioning look. “he doesn’t know?”

“what is it now?” satoru asks, slumping back into the couch. “did you guys go on a date or something?” 

your lack of answer is enough for him to let his head fall back rather dramatically. 

“can you blame her?” shoko asks. “he was sexy back then. in an edgy, mysterious kind of way. meanwhile, you were like…if a string bean made love to a cauliflower.” 

even gojo doesn’t have a witty retort prepared for that. 

you decide to clear this up once and for all. “it wasn’t just about looks. you were busy after— after riko. you didn’t have time for a relationship or…for me. you wanted to get stronger and i didn’t want to get in your way.”

“you wouldn’t have been—”

“i would have.” you shrug. because you know him, and you know what he was like. “and that’s okay because we were still kids, satoru. and it was only one date! no need to get so torn up about it!”

_____

“what is this?” you ask later that night, when you find satoru hauling a huge box into your apartment.

“it’s a bowflex!” gojo explains proudly, patting the unopened box. “shoko said that i was built like a string bean, so i’m gonna buff up like nanami! and when megumi moves out next year, i’m gonna turn his room into a gym.”

you lean in the doorway, amused. nanami also has a home gym. “is that why you’re also wearing a suit and tie instead of your usual uniform?”

he does a show spin, letting you take it all in. you don’t even want to know how much it must have cost. “do you like it?” 

“you do look very handsome.” 

“i know,” he winks, cocky as ever. “now watch this.”

he brushes a few strands of hair over his eyes, lowering his voice a few octaves as he says, “taxes. office work. satoru, i respect you so much!”

you walk up to him, brushing the hair back to press a kiss to his forehead. “nanami would never say that last thing, but i do like the effort.” 

he loops his arms around your waist, returning the kiss and murmuring against your skin, “did it turn you on though? maybe i should get an office job—”

“satoru,” you whine, resting your forehead against his chest. “it was just a short-lived crush. and it was forever ago! i’m pretty sure you’ve had crushes that weren’t me.”

“nope,” he hums, resting his chin atop your head. “all i’ve ever wanted is you. all i’ve ever needed…is you.” 

[orgyaxolotl]

Quarter Life Crisis

Story right now of my life. Hope you can relate.

I am 25 years old and, you guessed right, I am experiencing the so-called “Quarter Life Crisis.” I didn’t know I was experiencing it until I remembered the term mid-life crisis. I was feeling certain emotions that led me to think this could be synonymous with that term. Could it be that I am experiencing a quarter-life crisis? According to Bradley University Online, in their blog, they defined a…