Et Tu, Overwhelming Fear Of Academic Failure?

"He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace."

— Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych

tired but content about the past week, looking forward to doing some reading this weekend, hoping that warmer spring weather will come our way again soon.

january eighth: good lighting makes bar studying and thesis writing much better (not pictured: homemade chai latte and butternut squash chai snickerdoodles)

Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.

saturday reading 

aftermath of my first exam of the week - jan 2022

me again, with books again!

can’t believe I turned 25 today, happy birthday to me bc why not 🕊

Started dancing in the mornings while I make coffee again. I’ll be alright

Margaret Howell FW 2017 a.k.a. The dark academia collection of your dreams.

you have a place in my heart no one else ever could have 🍃

F. Scott Fitzgerald