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nini | biomed student | she/her | ISTJ | 19F
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advice, self-care, book reviews, recipes, general life updates
OTHER STUFF!
it’s not nina!!!
$LAYYYTER
Cosmic Funnies

Product Placement

#extradirty
Show & Tell
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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NASA
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dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Love Begins
styofa doing anything

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@itsnotnina
ABOUT ME!
nini | biomed student | she/her | ISTJ | 19F
WHAT TO EXPECT!
advice, self-care, book reviews, recipes, general life updates
OTHER STUFF!
it’s not nina!!!
I’m really smart and beautiful and sometimes I don’t believe that but that doesn’t stop it from being true
Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.
i hope the other telescopes and space probes aren’t feeling too jealous of all the attention james webb is getting from nasa lately
Reminds me of when NASA had to purposely crash the Cassini probe and her scientists started crying when she broke apart.
Trust me, Hubble still gets lots of love. Astronomers get very attached to their instruments.
For context, Cassini was sent to study Saturn, but they were worried about her contaminating it’s moons once her battery died, so they sent her into Saturn’s atmosphere so she could lay forever with her planet.
NASA cares so much about their instruments. They nickname their rovers and give them family portraits. They taught them how to sing Happy Birthday. When an instrument goes down, they cry. They filled the Voyagers with tons of remnants of our home even though we’ll never see them again. They gave all of them names. Our robots know so much love and gratitude and they’ll never know loneliness.
https://swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv.tumblr.com/post/102498776997/gosh-but-like-we-spent-hundreds-of-years-looking
Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood and I thought it was just some sort of routine I started when I was little and wanted to blow off steam
I’d also like to point out that my sister has a really hard time staying present (I can’t remember the term because we’ve always called it Tethered at my house) and whenever she’s feeling Untethered my mom has her knead bread and make syrup because they’re repetitive and easy things to do that ground her
Now that I’m thinking about it- my brother has days where he doesn’t talk and doesn’t eat unless he’s prompted, and on those days my mom sits him down in the fish pond in the backyard and plays Mozart and because he’s so used to that being his wake up he always comes back in after like an hour rambling about random things
Oh yeah and when it rains my mom has a required hour where we all have to go outside and run around and whoever finds the most worms for the garden wins and then we go inside and my mom makes us tea and we watch Studio Ghibli movies
Wait!!! When one of us has a bad day at school we make a fire in the backyard and roast homemade sausages and my mom tells us stories until we laugh and then she tucks is in bed like we’re five again and sings us songs
Uh…. wait guys is my mom a witch raising a bunch of fae kids hold on-
your mom is very definitely a witch raising a bunch of fae kids, please tell her i love her in the abstract way one can love a complete stranger.
This is what it looks like when ADHD kids are raised by someone who gets it and cares
how to journal intentionally
create a cosy spot somewhere in your space where you feel calm and at ease
let go of the idea that your journal has to be 'perfect'. let it be raw. scrambled. authentic. rather than curated. no one's going to read it again. not even you.
find a prompt. or don't. it's your journal. prompts can be very helpful is you feel stuck on what to write or where to start.
if your a visual person, sometimes drawings, diagrams, even scribbles can help convey what you're trying to say. i used to do a drawing a day instead of a journal entry because it was an easier way to convey the day i had rather than putting it into words.
journal prompts for this week
what are three things i want to feel today?
what can i do to help me feel that way?
who do i want to be for myself and others today?
what are three things i want to get done today?
And when Virginia Woolf said, "Women are hard on women. Women dislike women. Women - but are you not sick to death of the word? I can assure you that I am. Let us agree, then, that a paper read by a woman to women should end with something particularly disagreeable. But how does it go? What can I think of? The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity." She had a point.
healing is not becoming the best version of yourself, healing is letting the worst version of yourself be loved.
- @/kobecampbell_ on x/twitter
DO YOU HEAR ME? GET UP.
The version of you right now is deserving of love. Not you two years ago when you had more of your shit together, or the five years later version where you’ll surely be thriving. The version of you right now. The one that might just be okay, or is really struggling, or is bored and unproductive. That version deserves love. Having trouble accepting this is fine, but actively denying it is not. Your value is intrinsic, and finding confidence in that is mandatory.
— @zenwannabe
i believe that if we think beautiful thoughts, we become more beautiful. we smile more. we love harder. we begin to glow.
try it. you might just find that things do change for the better.
Orange Juice: how it perfectly encapsulates the bittersweet emotion of outgrowing people you once thought would be in your life forever. Knowing that you are leaving your past life behind for something better for you, more fulfilling and still, somehow, feeling extreme guilt for it. @tehenesstehe on TikTok
Orange Juice: The Bittersweet Art of Outgrowing People
Noah Kahan’s Orange Juice captures the devastating, complicated emotions that come with outgrowing people you once thought would be in your life forever. It tells the story of two friends, bound by a shared trauma, but ultimately separated by the ways they chose to cope — one staying behind, one moving on. Through the lens of sobriety, hometown loyalty, and the inevitable drift that comes with change, Kahan perfectly encapsulates the bittersweet guilt that accompanies growth.
The song opens with an invitation: "Honey, come over, the party's gone slower, and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober." Here, sobriety becomes a symbol for change. In a world where drinking is often synonymous with socializing, choosing not to drink can be an isolating experience. The speaker tries to bridge the gap, offering reassurance and, later, orange juice as a gesture of care. Yet, even this well-meaning offering, "there's orange juice in the kitchen, bought for the children," comes with a sting. The comment infantilizes the subject, quietly reinforcing the distance between them. It’s a subtle reminder that even when people try to meet us where we are, they can never fully understand the version of ourselves that has evolved in our absence.
Kahan explained that Orange Juice is about how trauma can either bind people together or drive them apart. In this case, the accident that they endured together creates a permanent fracture. Initially, the subject sought comfort in the speaker's arms, but eventually, pain curdled into anger, and solace was found elsewhere — in religion, in distance, in reinvention. "Now I'm third in the lineup, between your lord and your saviour," the speaker notes, realizing that the connection they once had has been replaced by something new, something unreachable.
The chorus lays bare the speaker’s guilt and self-centered grief: "Feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone." In friendships, especially ones rooted in a shared hometown, it’s easy to assume permanence — to believe that no matter what, people will stay the same, stay close. When they don't, it feels like betrayal, even when deep down we know that change was necessary for survival. Here, the speaker is forced to confront the uncomfortable truth: they were so busy waiting that they never considered the possibility that the other person had to leave to heal.
The second verse gives us the full weight of what separates them: the memory of the crash, the graves they pass, the visible and invisible scars. The subject may not have been physically wounded, but emotionally, they were wrecked. Meanwhile, the speaker stayed, becoming part of the landscape of their shared pain, while the subject had to leave to find peace. Distance didn't just change the subject; it changed the speaker too — but neither witnessed the other's transformation.
The lines "that my life had changed, and this town had changed, and you had not" speak to one of the most haunting aspects of leaving home: returning to find everything familiar but subtly altered, yourself most of all. When you grow outside of the place and people you once belonged to, you start to realize that the shared history you once clung to is no longer enough to sustain you.
By the end, when the speaker repeats the initial invitation — "Honey, come over, the party's gone slower" — it becomes clear that despite everything, the desire to reconnect remains. The love, though changed, is still there. Both have tried in their own way, but the distance, once created, is almost impossible to bridge.
In Orange Juice, Noah Kahan doesn't villainize change, nor does he celebrate it without acknowledging its cost. Growing into a better, healthier version of yourself can sometimes mean leaving behind people who once felt like your entire world. And even when you know it’s what’s best — for you, for them — the guilt lingers. It's the bittersweet truth of outgrowing: mourning the past while still reaching for a better future.
guess what i just found out!! i can access the economist through my university WHICH MEANS I DON’T HAVE TO PAY!!!
i am about to become insufferable. :)
little white lies
"i'm 5 minutes away" "my phone died" "this is delicious" "you look amazing" "i love you too."
'little white lies', nini (11-06-2021)