𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐦.𝐥. 𝐫𝐢𝐨

The feminine urge to mess up your whole sleep cycle to read books.

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How to: Confidence

Hold your head high

Look others in the eye

Laugh at yourself but not at others

Smile

Stop apologizing

Good manners (please and thank you)

Dress in a way that shows you have self worth

Expect others to believe you

Expect others to like you

"Real confidence is walking into a room and assuming everyone likes you."

Fake it till you make it. Before you know it, it's no longer fake.

When sunflowers can't find the sun,

They turn to face each other.

Lately, it feels like the sun has been hiding,

So I've been turning to face you;

You haven't been looking back.

Maybe you've found the sun where I can't see it?

I'll follow your eyes,

Follow you to the sun.

A Poem About Rain

I walk out,

Feeling the cold air press against me.

The clouds melt,

Sending their crystalline droplets.

They shatter on the cold ground,

So quickly;

I seem a goddess.

Little dark spots appearing

As my oxfords tap on the pavement.

Drops drip

From the cherry tree,

A bride in spring’s white.

I knew this would happen.

Something in the way the clouds hung over the sky,

Something in the shadow.

I knew that it would rain.

Something in the air, the ambit.

Rain, the ultimate acissmus.

Peace before the onslaught,

Icarus also flew.

the cryptography students

messy handwriting, rushed scribbles on the page

the satisfaction of untangling a particularly difficult substitution cipher

coming up with your own codes 

half-finished crossword puzzles tucked into your bag

seeing patterns everywhere you look

analyzing how information travels from person to person through the internet

the familiar weight of a calculator in your hand

a fascination with puzzles and mysteries

secrets told in hushed whispers

valuing privacy and security

reading about the history of codes and codebreaking

applying elegant, pure math to the real world

the shining rotors of an antique cipher machine

a chessboard, frozen in the middle of an unfinished game

the elegance of a well-constructed cipher, easy to encode but difficult to break

passing encoded notes back and forth with your friends

a stack of thriller novels on your bookshelf

watching old spy movies, laughing at the inaccuracies

a powerful sense of determination, refusing to give up

understanding the importance of cryptography in the internet age

sometimes i read a phrase in a poem or a story or i see the clouds amble in the sky traced by sunlight or i hear a specific combination of notes on a piano and i just get so overwhelmed with a really specific feeling that i can't really name but i know that this feeling is so human and so tender at its core and that i am a tiny little part of a world so delightfully rich with sensations and i exist to experience this very feeling because it stems from the pure human love for coexistence with the world

When Haruki Murakami said, "Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum - a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself." And when Audrey Hepburn said, "Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once."