Their own beautiful memories
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Their own beautiful memories
I love how Tumblr can change my art texture, it beautiful like a cherry on top a cake
super short, probably not once I start talking, I can't stop
I dont think Will Solace is as bad at stuff as he claims ok, and we know all about his skewed perception of himself, but i don't think it's just that. I think Will is good at Apollo Cabin things, but it's just like talented good, not obviously magic. like he can miss in archery, ya know. I feel like what happened was they were testing out stuff, and Will saw what everyone who had been at camp for years and was like, "Oh, I suck at this," but no he was like 8 surrounded by 16 year Olds. And Kayla's dad was an archer, so she practically grew up with a bow, but no, he uses that to reinforce his point. And music-wise, i feel like what happened was what happens to a lot of children of singers, and people started comparing him to his mother. like a toddler is supposed to be as talented of a singer as a grown woman. Naomi tried to keep it from him, but kids be perceiving without permission. and he carried that judgment with him. When he got to camp, he couldn't play an instrument, so obviously, it sucked when he tried. But when he got some assistance, it was actually really good.
What im saying is it dont think he sucks at typical apollo stuff. He just isn't as good as his siblings, who have had way more practice. and he can't get past how it started to see what it is now.
god, thank god for jet lag
If we ever get Aziraphale and Crowley neck kisses I'll give up therapy because if that doesn't cure my brain then nothing will
espresso espresso, no need to be depresso
I spend my time WISELY
yoongi being tiny (aka i love him so much i wanna die)
oh boy oh boy! Yesterday evening I once again reached that point where I felt completely out of capacity and wanted to just sit in my office and cry instead of grade things, except for the part where I have different things to grade today and tomorrow and if I didn't grade the things then today would simply be WORSE so I answered emails for 90 minutes before mustering the energy to grade, the triumph of which powered me through... eating dinner and then promptly dissipated; and then I woke up this morning feeling exactly as out of capacity as I did the previous night except it was 6:45AM and going to sleep time was such a regrettably long way off and I was like UGHHGHAHGHHGHGHGH. But then I read an article about political theory and settler-Indigenous toolkits in Montreal which I saw as multiply useful in research, teaching, AND organizing contexts, which was very energizing; and then I spent 30 minutes on Tumblr looking at cool things, which was also very energizing; and now against all odds I feel that I am ACTUALLY READY TO ATTEND THE MEETINGS AND GRADE THE THINGS
And this afternoon one of my colleagues is giving a talk about PUPPETS at our indie movie theater, which therefore means I will walk past my favorite bread place to get there, which means I will get PUPPETS and BREAD today!!!!!
I am the donkey; these are my carrots; CARPE DIEM.