(I can’t think of anything sadder than that.)
~ Etiquette at College, by Nellie Ballou, 1925
“when the sun goes down the light reflects off the glass and it looks like the buildings are on fire”
fun game: guess which esoteric file names in my generic folder are a) poetry, b) official/useful stuff, c) random notes to self!
I have just started a technical translation course and I’m itching to ask questions like “is it possible to pass this course using only wikipedia as a source” but I feel like that might not help with passing the course
The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting
I’m an oddly well-adjusted mess.
If I listed off the things I’ve done while drunk these past two weeks, it would sound like another one of my intense walking catastrophe periods, but the truth is I was mostly happy drunk and people didn’t mind and everything turned out okay and some nights I went home early.
The only time I cried was yesterday morning when I was hungover and spilled my entire takeaway coffee on the stairs on my way to my bachelor’s thesis seminar.
It’s giveaway time!
I thought I’d do a little autumn themed giveaway just because I felt like it, and I had so much fun picking out these little treats :—)
This is what you’ll be getting:
- some apple flavoured tea
- six mulled wine scented tea candles
- a bar of cinnamon chocolate
- sparkly copper nail polish
- some cute rose stickers
- honey scented bath additive
- a dark red lipstick
I hope this will put whoever wins it in a nice relaxed and autumn-y mood!
The rules are simple - you get two entries tops, one for liking and one for reblogging, and you have to be following me. I’ll ship internationally (though maybe I’ll have to take apart the tea packaging so it’ll fit into a flat envelope if you’re outside of Europe), and I’ll draw a winner in three weeks, on September 24th. Good luck everyone!! :)
why is tumblr recommending anti-feminist blogs to me? which one of you fuckers follows this crap?
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.