a song i wrote in drop c tuning (soundcloud)
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a song i wrote in drop c tuning (soundcloud)
“His eyes are beautiful, captivating. It’s incredible how much eyes can tell you. They can show the pain that they’ve been through and the joy that they feel. They can be glazed over like glass or shine like stars. His now shine, even more beautiful than they did before. And they always captivate me, every single time. They always surprise me with how beautifully they glow. They make me feel comfortable, I can look into them for hours on end and try to watch the stories of his mind unravel. I like to listen to him talk, I like the way that he says things differently than I. I love how with every word he says he has me begging for the next one. Every time he speaks it’s as if all the gloomyness of the room around us has faded, and we have entered a land of paradise. His words are so gentle, planned out quickly in his mind. Oh how I wish that I could talk as calmly as he. I love his body, I love how his hips fit between mine. I love holding him in my arms because I know he’s safe from the world’s harms. It’s nice to stroke his sides, I like to glide my hands along the soft surface. His body is homely and when I am connected with it I feel calm. His hands fit perfectly with mine as if he were a missing bolt in my creation. And the way his nose will wrinkle when he frowns. His laugh is gorgeous, not the little chuckle he makes when I pull a silly face but his real laugh. His heart felt laugh, it’s truly something spectacular, it’s as if it is a melody and it has surly become my favourite song. To see him cry with laughter is a moment I am content, knowing that he his happy. He makes me feel safe, when with him I feel at home. It doesn’t matter where I am, as long as he stays by my side through the morning and the night everything will be alright. I want to travel with this man. I want him to see my favourite places, the little nooks and crannies all around the world that I have fallen in love with, I want him to fall in love with too. I want to share my secret places and I want them to become his secret place too. I want take him to the palace of my mind, I want him to be able to see the beauty that I do when I see him, I want him to understand the feeling of wholeness I get when he is near. I want to share everything I love with the one I love.”
— Home 03.08.16
Something About
There’s something about his smile,
It greets me so warmly,
Ear to ear it rests on his face,
Reassuring and calming.
There’s something about his kiss,
His lips parted as they meet mine,
So sweet and tender,
Tastes like our first time,
There’s something about his eyes,
Passionately lit,
As he talks about,
Something he loves.
There’s something about his love,
It’s there when he’s not,
It fills my heart,
It’s all I’ll ever want.
-Noor Cheema
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tips & advice
math study and exam tips by @studymelody
how to do math if you’re struggling by @studycoffee-drinkstudies
how to study math by @studyquill
top 5 math tips by @etudiance
how to study math by @studyingmeblr
math masterpost by @jehtudie
how to study for mathematics by @littlestudyblrblog
how to study maths by @smartspo
formulae
as level maths c1 printable by @urjareads
maths revision masterpost by @sapphicsweetwine
derivative cheat sheet by @oculusrepairo
formulas to remember for the math section of sat by @thereligionofstudying
a2 maths formulae by @moanastudies
coordinate geometry and graph function cheat sheet by @studinyg
how to
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maths shortcuts pt2 by @if-bts-studied
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Thank you
Please Remember...
You are never as awkward as you think you are
You are never as annoying as you think you are
You are never as boring as you think you are
Your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are
You are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
Chin up, everything’s going to be okay, okay?
Remind Yourself;
People leave
Life goes on
It is what it is
Everything is temporary
Don’t over think, and;
Let it go
Seasonal Aesthetics
Winter: Cozy sweaters and a hot drink, the warmth of the mug warming your hands. Hoodies and fuzzy socks. Sitting by a window curled up with a good book, raindrops tapping on your window. Sitting at your desk, looking up from your notes only to see a blanket of snow. The sound of crackling fire. A sense of serenity.
Autumnn: The smell of an old book and the curving strokes of calligraphy. Orange everywhere and the crunch of leaves as rainboots step on them. Pumpkin spice lattes and candles and cakes make the best study snacks. Study dates with friends at an old library. The distant sound of rain…
Spring: Growth, beauty. Shyness blossoming into confidence, like a flower blooms. Studying at the park or sitting outside in a local cafe, surrounded by plants and watching the swingset slowly be moved by the soft wind. Flowers and petals between bullet journal pages.
Summer: A sigh of relief. Crawling into a bed with freshly washed sheets. Relaxation, holiday. The warmth of the sun on your skin, like a hug from home. A new bullet journal spread. Reading for pleasure. Laughter, happiness. The calming yet thrilling sound of the sea.
My birthday
“I want balloons for my birthday. I want to wake up to my friends shouting happy birthday. I want flowers on my doorsteps. I want a note to follow instructions that would take me to a backyard where you’d be waiting for me with a box of my favourite pizza. I want all of that but what I get every birthday are excuses, emails from amazon wishing me birthday and stupid cards from my distant aunts. I get nothing which reminds me i’m special because maybe i am not. half my friends wouldn’t even care if I stop showing up for class, or I randomly disappear. that’s the sad part. the people who want to be loved the most, never get flowers on their birthday.”
“When a quiet introvert talks, heads turn, and that’s power.”
Laurie Helgoe
“I miss how close we were.”
My heart
2 out of 365
creatures calling
and crawling like
little pills on jean
yet so lifelike.
the creatures inside
rest for now
and they hide
from my disavow.
i am not
cannot be
just caught
in the web of crazy.
there must
be some
truth in the rust
on metal and numb
fingers filled
with frostbite.
tell why, i killed
all my might.
hidden under
the sun
a wonder.
now i must run
away from the
fright and fight
and see
the new light.