#notebook 2022

[zegalba]

Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)

[darilto-blog]

Lenovo ThinkPad E14 20YD001DBO: O Laptop Versátil para Suas Necessidades

Se você procura por um laptop que seja capaz de se adaptar a diversas tarefas, desde o trabalho no escritório até momentos de entretenimento, o Lenovo ThinkPad E14 20YD001DBO merece a sua atenção. Neste artigo, vamos analisar detalhadamente este dispositivo, revelando suas características e desempenho, para que você possa tomar uma decisão informada na hora da compra. Design e Mobilidade O…

[kirby-the-gorb]

yeah! woo! fuck it up kirby! it's [kirb2k]!!!

[aimedis]

darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.

"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.

"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."

marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.

they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)

(bonus !!)

imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.

[elektramouthed]

But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable “I.” We are not talking here about the kind of notebook that is patently for public consumption, a structural conceit for binding together a series of graceful pensées; we are talking about something private, about bits of the mind’s string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker. And sometimes even the maker has difficulty with the meaning.

Joan Didion, from On Keeping A Notebook in: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

[sleepinglionhearts]

Scans from one of my old Midori sketchbooks in which I thought it would be fun to do a comic about a bookstore :)

[read in columns, from left to right]

[resurrectionist3]

“…In You I Taste God...”

Mr. Reed x young fem!reader

✒️ - 12/09/2024

��� - TBD

[WORK IN PROGRESS]

A young student at a prestigious university is eager to return to Vermont in time to deliver her presentation for the Theology department’s annual conference.

However, after an unforeseen series of events, (y/n) finds herself stranded in Colorado during a snowstorm in the house of a rather curious and eccentric Mr. Reed.

As the storm rages outside, the odd pair find that they may have more in common than they first thought.

✧─── ⋆⋅ ♱ ⋅⋆ ───✧

“To quote.. if there is a God.. then he is either not all powerful, or not all good.”

“Hm. Epicurus?”

“Well.. yes, but.. I was thinking Neil deGrasse Tyson”

IM SO EXCITED IM FINALLY WRITING A FAN FICTION!!!

I genuinely haven’t sat myself down to WRITE FAN FICTION in years, and I’m so excited to finish this one!! This will also probably be my first published fan fiction; I’ve written a lot of them on my own, but never really shared them publicly until now - this is so exciting for me!

I can’t really guarantee it will be very good.. nor can I promise when it will be out, but I’m aiming for sometime this week! I have a feeling it will be a two parter, but lemme cook and we’ll see!

The title is based on song lyrics from Ava Adore by The Smashing Pumpkins, I added it above if anyone is curious (it’s a very good song). I love The Smashing Pumpkins, and I’ve loved this song for years! I’ve always wanted to base a fanfic off of it, but I kind of can’t believe I’m finally doing it for Mr. Reed. It’s one of my ultimate yearning songs - you must understand that this is a big deal for me!

✧─── ⋆⋅ ♱ ⋅⋆ ───✧

I feel like i need to thank @incorporealbombchelle for being such an excellent writer of this freak - i dont think i would have been so inspired if not for them!

[kaeya-senpai]

I DIDNT KNOW SCHOOL WOULD KICK MY ASS THIS HARD WHAT THE HELL

Turns out i hate this place more than i imagined im so fucking drained every day

[yesmaddyposts]

Another one bites the dust

Ryan Gosling Character Alignment Chart (2/?)

[graythursday]

i need to study bruce’s journal and live inside the pages forever

[bittersweetburnedcaramel]

It warms my heart a bit when one of my friends who studied with me for the past 3 years suddenly sends me a picture of their notebooks and say "Look what I found!" and it's a Toffetarti doodle I made in it while they were not looking :]

[valseceleste]

Diamine Three Kings // Diamine Silent Night

[felixravinstills]

me and the three notebooks I've filled up this year by being insane about felix ravinstill

[rustbeltjessie]

a saxophone moon blooms and the clouds lick across the sky, a note held until it fades entirely. the stars be-bop 'tween my teeth.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, 9/25/22

[bunlyn001]

I oh so desperately need smth to hyperfixate over like i did with jjk

cus y am i using google maps to plan date days and vacations for these gosh darn characters ???????????

[elektramouthed]

It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a. m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year-old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a river levee drinking vodka-and-orange-juice and listening to Les Paul and Mary Ford and their echoes sing “How High the Moon” on the car radio. (You see I still have the scenes, but I no longer perceive myself among those present, no longer could even improvise the dialogue.) The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering me with her vulnerability and ignorance, an apparition all the more insistent for being so long banished. It is a good idea, then, to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about. And we are all on our own when it comes to keeping those lines open to ourselves: your notebook will never help me, nor mine you.

Joan Didion, from On Keeping A Notebook in: Slouching Towards Bethlehem