shakespeare final. nbd. just 2k words, 6 hours, and a life-saving bowl of pasta... those citations where trying to kill me.

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shakespeare final. nbd. just 2k words, 6 hours, and a life-saving bowl of pasta... those citations where trying to kill me.
(via hornedchick)
Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.
If I ever get switched with a clone, you’ll know because they wouldn’t fidget with the most random things.
Some girl I know decided to take a mental health day and ride her horse instead. I think I’m still in shock because, as an adult in college, I know damn well that I’m not allowed to skip school unless I’m on my deathbed.
I told a man I was sick and he just kept talking about himself. Like, okay, thank you for confirming I could be replaced with a cardboard cutout.
i really like when people listen to me. unfortunately i keep encountering men
i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.
sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be
[hockey bro voice] does he. you know. play for ottawa?
build me a library and then fuck me in it
relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever
canvas is back. BUT. what if this is a trap (this is totally not an excuse to avoid studying)
good morning to every college student currently attempting to figure out how we're navigating classes without canvas
Panic attacks suck so bad. What is it making me panic? Me? Jesus, who even let that guy in here?
he didn’t really ask me anything about myself but i’m sure we had a very meaningful relationship in his imagination.