Me: Going 100mph (100 Mistakes Per Hour)

“Writing begins with forgiveness. Let go of the shame about how long it’s been since you last wrote, the clenching fear that you’re not a good enough writer, the doubts over whether or not you can get it done”

— Daniel José Older

Plant trees, eat pussy, read classical literature, save the bees

incorrectshakespeare + Hamlet (part ii)

part i

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just humanities student things

getting overly defensive of your favourite historical / literary / classical figure

suddenly remembering how much knowledge there is to acquire and getting stressed about the overwhelming amount of stuff you don’t know

roman numerals: you either love them or you hate them

when your teacher is obsessed with one bit of the course and teaches you that for weeks then breezes over the rest

anachronisms

you’ve listened to so many in our times that melvyn bragg is basically your internal monologue

waking up in the morning with a desire to know everything about one specific thing that’s totally unrelated to everything you’re studying

‘ooo i know this word!’ she did not know that word

muddling up the actual history, the fictionalised versions of the actual history, and the fanfictionalised versions of the fictionalised versions of the actual history

‘what can this cartoon / movie / song / art tell us about x’

history students are over prepared for politics and classics students are over prepared for english lit

reading aloud in terrible accents in english lit

j s t o r

I want to adopt Kiko

favourite characters (4/?)       kiko himura (starfish)

I draw a girl without a face, drawing somebody else’s face onto her own reflection.  I draw a girl with arms that reach up to the clouds, but all the clouds avoid her because she’s made of night and not day.

Me: *feeling proud I wrote 1,736 words* That's good for today, I'll go on tumblr. Oh shit they wrote 8,000+ words in one day...

Howard Zinn | Terrorism and War | 2002

Pictures from my trip to Cambridge a few weeks ago

“You say it as though it’s the most awful thing you can imagine. It isn’t as though I’ve done it on purpose. Somehow I’ve even grown fond of your— your irritating questions, and your short legs, and your accidental attempts to kill me.

when you feel the first cramp