Guts Collection By CarolineMoorenc (Y2Knots)

Deborah Sengl — Von Schafen und Wölfen (Of Sheep and Wolves)  [taxidermic preparation, wax, 2008]

can't stop thinking about this

Hey, I'm a studyblr.

This is Romina. I'm a twenty-something college dropout trying to navigate her way through life. I started this blog to hold myself accountable to studying. There is also a part of me that likes the validation of other people seeing my work. It motivates me.

I haven't been in a nice headspace in a long time and have only started to pick myself up. I used to study Legal Management and was preparing for law school, but I realized that it really wasn't for me. Now, I'm doing certifications for UX design. I love how it's a mix of a lot of things that I like doing-- research, writing, designing while making use of concepts from different fields like psychology. I might try college again next year (if I can save up for it) and take Multimedia Arts in our country or get an online degree in Human-Computer Interaction.

Outside of studying, I like playing casual games like Sims 4, Stardew Valley and Minecraft. My goals include finishing the certification within the next three to four months, polishing my portfolio, keeping a bullet journal and finally going through my reading list. Hopefully, I'll have a job by the end of the year.

A fun fact would be that I handled a studygram & studyblr account with two other friends back in 2018-2019. One is studying to become a vet and another one wants to be an architect! We don't talk much now as we went to different universities, but we catch up from time to time. I'm very proud of them.

Anyway, here's to us. Here's to the future. Nice to meet you all :)

finding it necessary to remind everyone that it's seasonal. i promise you it's seasonal. everyone i know is out of their minds right now in some way or another. it's seasonal.

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

Details from La Lune’s Debut Runway Show

Comforting a drunker person while drunk feel like what I imagine it would be like to comfort a dying soldier on the battlefield

My mother thinks I'm a hermit, but I just aren't able to handle anyone in this place anymore. Is there any hope left for me?