It’s like I’m reading a book. And it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this is who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.
her(2013)
web weaving about loving someone that doesn't love you back pls<3
—unrequited love
anaïs nin // mirrors // clementine von radics // holly warburton // jane seville // svetlana tartaskova // honeybee: baggage by trista mateer
I walk down memory lane because
I love running into you
Rose tinted memories come flooding in
And I have you back for a few
Its hard to think
That not everything is cataclysmic
That the universe didn't plan for us
When all the pieces seemed to have fallen into place
Wrong person right timing?
Maybe next time around
When you're brought into my orbit
Ill have new moons and might finally know my place in this galaxy
But will our gravity be enough to make you stay
3 years ago I wasn't enough
3 hours ago I was too much
And what a shame
I had already imagined us
I dont know if I loved you, or the space you filled
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
And I can still see it
Concerts in your boxers and rooftop philosophies
I loved the thought of being with you
Or maybe it was the thought of not being on my own anymore
Alone
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
How do I ask the universe for anything other than you?
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IMBIMHIMH 28/12/21
"Shame dies when stories are told in safe places." - Unknown
I see your face, your hair. Your smile. Your voice(even that sweet mouse like laugh) [ I tell no lies] that you so disliked but I so loved, in every girl I see.
MeIRL
Things I learned from failing classes:
Failing classes can be a result of many things and not just your lack of understanding the material. Life, mental health, stress levels, sleeping habits, and poor communication can all factor into it
It is not a reflection of how good or bad you study, especially if you pass your other classes
Sometimes you need to take a class several times before you finally understand the material, even if you work your ass off the first 3 times you take it. Sometimes concepts just won't click and you just need to memorize tests. That's ok
Cry. Cry it out
Keep class notes and tests. They make amazing review material when you retake the class
When you retake the class, approach it like it's your first time. If you go through it like you know the material, you're going to miss key points and probably fail again
Emailing a professor probably won't help you too much. If you can, go to office hours and workshops instead where you can interrupt and ask questions as you go
Sometimes you just have a bad professor. When you retake it, try a different teacher. Different teaching styles and presentations can greatly impact your comprehension and retention of information
Be honest with yourself about where you failed and why. Focus on the material you suck at and try to relate it to the stuff you're good with.
Teach your pets. Go through the lesson and talk out loud to them and explain everything. You're much more likely to catch areas of concern when trying to teach the material
Your professors want you to pass (mostly) and it's their job to answer all your questions
You're paying for that class so be annoying and ask questions every 5 minutes. Save yourself some money
Teachers are more than happy to discuss with you your problem areas and provide materials to help you out. They're there to ensure your success. Reach out to them
There is no shame in retaking a class 5+ times. Don't let other people define where you should be. All that matters is that you keep trying
Don't take the class over each semester. Give yourself time to recover from the failure. Pushing it will just lead to frustration and failing again
Ask other students for help. Chances are they'll understand parts you don't and be able to explain it in a less formal manner
If you dwell on it or compare yourself to others, you're going to feed a depression and anxiety around that class, making it harder for you to pass
Don't beat a dead horse. Acknowledge that you failed and need to take a break
Failure does not define you and failing classes in your major doesn't mean that you picked the wrong field
Well you can't always be depressed or sad, at some point you have to smile \(◎o◎)/ because Why Not?
"I killed a plant once because I gave it too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence."
-José Olivarez
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
when I think about sunshine and laughter it is your face that comes to my mind.
I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot you don't like that.
I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.
I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ? I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.
The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,
I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.
Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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