Sometimes I See The Academia Aesthetic On Tumblr And I’m Like … Not Once In The Entirety Of My Academic

This ferret, named Felicia, cleaned the proton synchrotron particle accelerator at the National Accelerator Laboratory in the 1970s. (The accelerator was always turned off during cleaning, and Felicia had a happy retirement and died of old age.)

Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

Sometimes it’s not you. Sometimes the textbook is just bad at explaining it. Hang in there keep asking questions loves <3

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

“Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.”    ―   Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Reason to Live #2855

 To see your favorite person again, and again, and again. – Guest Submission

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they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you