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16/7/2021 - Friday

*stares intensely at my cup of green tea*

My student has been doing so well. She's moved on from additions in just 2 days :'). Today, we'll be doing subtractions but more specifically, trying to practice subtracting single-digit numbers before double digits. After her session, then it's crunch time to finish with my TTMIK Level 1 book!

honestly WHAT is it with stem fields and turning every man who majors in one to look like this

my father used to be a frat boy who went to parties and got drunk as hell but every pic of him post graduating in chemical engineering looks like this. what happened.

to myself,

i am trying to love you more

no YOU live in a society i live in this frame of pride and prejudice

this next cup of coffee will fix me

I was so fed up with school because it seemed like my best was not even enough. I gave it my all and I still received bad grades. It’s all good though, tomorrow is a new day and I will try again.

next time you stand in a public place think about the fact that everyone around you have sobbed until they felt they would break at least once in their life, every single one has been nervous, scared. they’ve all felt small once, insecure too. they’ve all felt so alone they thought their chest would cave in on itself, wishing someone would see them and hug them. they’ve laughed until their stomach cramped too, they’ve all seen or felt a sunset, they’ve all loved something or someone, they all want to be loved too. everyone else is a lot more human than we tend to give them credit for

“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”

— Clementine von Radics

They cut down my favourite tree, the tree of my childhood. Lichen grew on its trunk and squirrels climbed its branches. And they ask girls why we’re angry, so full of rage, dormant volcanoes. The tree was my childhood and its branches my god, the tree was my childhood and its roots my tether, its leaves my dreams. The tree was my childhood and they cut it down. They ask me why I’m angry and I ask them to regrow my tree, give me back my girlhood.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned