um hi
wow i haven’t touched tumblr in a few years... life update: i’m now in my first year of university!!
i miss the studyblr community
no nerds
i slightly edited these and put my name on them (finally…….) please reblog this post and not the repost that i see from time to time. it has like a bazilion notes!! makes me sad
summer work :///
you go bitch. you write those notes, you make them pretty if you want them to be pretty. you make them messy if you like it like that. you eat healthy. you take care of yourself. you get yourself a bullet journal. you organize that shit like it’s no problem. you get those grades. you get that amazing GPA. the world is yours to take. raise your head and take it. live the fucking life. you mcfreaking go.
13.09.17 | wed
- yet another time lapse I decided to allocate a short 15 minutes per day to write down just 10 business key terms as well as their definitions from my textbook. Been doing this for the past 2 days. lOoOk @ me conquering one day at a time!
side nOte: 33 more days to my exams (oh no)
ig @ creatieur // my new journal arrived and im absoHECKINlutely in love!!
06-01-18 Hello everyone! So happy to get back on track again. Sorry for being so inactive for the past 3 months, uni got 89.9% of my life! Lol. Here’s my weekly spread for the first week of the year! I’ll try to become more active this time and upload some of the lectures I made. Btw, happy new year studyblr community! Let’s start the year full of hopes, determination and motivation! Chase down our dreams and turn it into reality! Have a great day studybloggers! ✨
✨ I’m just some dumb kid trying to kid myself that I got my shit together
journal excerpt — “god things” and tiny miracles
nature: her warm light, blue skies, soft breeze, the smell of blooming.
nature (again): her dark velvet skies, sparkling stars, the feeling of beautiful abandonment, when it feels like I’m the only person alive; like god, or nature herself, is going to lean in and tell me a secret.
music: being in a hot, excited crowd, feeling of belonging; listening to an old song and remembering where (and who) you were the last time you cried to it, or danced with it, or screamed it’s lyrics.
— I choose to believe. I believe in what makes the nature good, in what makes the music good. I believe in the force of good and pray for its manifest in humans.