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jupitersmusings

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

overlord-fire-bubble

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

tiny-kt

this for real fucking works

spiderdumpling-deactivated20230

*sees anyone interacting with anyone other than me* wow I guess you just forgot all about me. I guess it was all just lies and I read too much into it but I actually thought you liked me? what a fool I am

expensiveity

i wish people would normalize being lost in life and just not knowing anything. not knowing what you’re passionate about, where you want to live, what you want to do, where you want to go— or what lies next. as a society, we normalized going to school, finding a passion, getting a job, finding a partner, getting married, having kids, working hard to earn an honest living. but what about when shit just doesn’t go that way? you really just don’t know. and what’s even worse is, you don’t know why you don’t know or even where to start so you feel alone. you feel as though you’re a disappointment to your family. as if you failed in life. but you haven’t, it’s okay, to not know. to be lost. you have your whole life ahead of you to figure things out. patience is a virtue. there is no time limit on life. you don’t need to rush. don’t allow society to fixate the narrative of having all your shit together at a certain age. it isn’t realistic for most. being lost is so much more normal than we think. and i just wish people would be more transparent about it.

ashstfu

the feminine urge to ignore my own problems by reading books about other people’s problem because at least those aren’t real

howllscastle-deactivated2025011

the moon shines for you …

howelljenkins

you have issues

you noticed 🥺❤️

ancientsstudies

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. x

inthearmsof

Natural History Museum

London, UK

ig: waybackwego

id1367

archaic-stranger

the medicine & anatomy students

a pristine white coat, worn with pride

intricately labeled diagrams

studying models of anatomy until you could describe them with your eyes closed

reading research published on niche topics

the mingling scents of disinfectant and anesthetics

focused eyes and steady hands as you perform a dissection

heavy textbooks piled on your shelves

detailed notes, understanding each subject inside and out

the rush of your own heartbeat in your ears

visualizing the muscles and tendons and arteries and all buried beneath your skin

the fluorescent glow of hospital lights

reciting the hippocratic oath

a stethoscope hanging around your neck

a fascination with the workings of the human body

shadows under your eyes from studying late into the night

learning the history of medicine

growing accustomed to the sight of blood

cups of black coffee, feeling the caffeine work its way through your veins

memorizing the names of bones and muscles

tracking the course of your own illnesses and injuries

antique anatomical drawings pinned to your walls alongside your own sketches

strong attention for detail, a gift for precision

the cool metal of surgical instruments

knowing the exact effect of various medications on the body

thepalebotanist

My toxic trait is that there are so many things I want to try and be good at, but I hate being bad at something, which is inevitable when learning a new skill. If I'm not perfect at something on the first attempt, then that's it, I don't want to do it anymore.

evilgirls

i’ve literally never been more obsessed with a tiktok comment

adamnsight

Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.