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witchesversuspatriarchy

More women in both STEM and S T E M pls

“I hope this is what heavens like when I die”

s111ren-deactivated20220405

Why am I so deeply and incredibly sad

And this time I love him more than I ever knew was possible

tall

as an empath it’s very hard to go to a wal mart

plumstreet

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

cielosky

NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020

A Bookmark Near the End

He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp

coloursteelsexappeal

1977 Lincoln Continental Mark V by Givenchy

madrewrites

i have no idea whether bobbing the tea bag up and down actually does anything but it's nice to feel like i'm contributing in some way

mental-ch-illness

shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

6i

it takes years to develop your craft. do not romanticize the idea of an ‘overnight success’. be a student. grow organically. get really good. hate your work. start over. find new ways to express the same ideas. the student becomes the master. your time will come.