They Cut Down My Favourite Tree, The Tree Of My Childhood. Lichen Grew On Its Trunk And Squirrels Climbed

Reblog if you’re an active studyblyr please.

Hi, Im trying to find active studyblrs and medblrs to follow as my timeline is practically emptyy reblog if you’re active and you’re looking for accounts to follow. 21/1/2022✨

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

when u read a book that hits so different before bed and then turn off ur light n stare into space going ??how??? will??? i go on??? with?? my life??

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Four years of studying English Literature at university in journals. 2017-2021.

ig: rhiharper

Sit down at your desk.

open the book, start reading.

you don’t understand. yet you MUST figure this out to pass the exam.

it’s painful to think about it.

EMBRACE THE PAIN.

feel the uncomfortableness and run towards it.

you have what it takes, stop doubting yourself.

not me forgetting to update my dop after 1 day, can u tell im alrdy struggling

01.26.2022

dop ~ 2/100

went to uni early to get my lab manual and equipment

went to class, almost fell asleep

had my first ochem lab and it went pretty smoothly!

saw a very cute bunny on my way home

01.27.2022

dop ~ 3/100

cleaned !! my !! room !!

finished a whole unit for my microbial diseases class about innate immunity

started making anki flashcards

reviewed more ochem 1

enjoy this beautiful picture of my little sisters orangutan stuffy

01.28.2022

dop ~ 4/100

went to lecture

more ochem 1 review, literally forgot i had notes from 2 sems ago

worked a closing shift

until tmrw ~~~~~╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

this next cup of coffee will fix me

11.18.2021

after a whole week of just working, i finally have four days off! forced myself to do lab prep for tomorrow and studied a bit for my biochem midterm next week. planning to pull all nighters,,, pray for me guys.