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joytri · 2 days
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
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tumbler-polls · 2 days
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apparencies · 2 days
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i never showed off these flowers in the way they deserved to be!
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shisasan · 11 hours
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March 18, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
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phd-theology · 2 days
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rainy days and dissertations
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vomitingwords · 3 hours
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"I don't want to think about it now," one of my closest friends once told me. "I'll think about what I can do once I'm already in that situation," she even added.
Before we got into this conversation, I was ranting about my life. And why are things not happening the way I want them to? As if the universe is against what I want. These past few months have quite stressed me out, and I don't have anyone to tell these things to. Because, honestly, I never wanted to bother anyone. I am just a typical person who keeps things to herself. Especially if it's too personal for me to share.
Earlier, while I was traveling to work, this conversation struck me once again. And I just remembered that I also said that before to someone I know. I used to think that way. I used to tell other people the same phrase every time they asked me what I would do if I were in a certain situation. And you see, I used to not overthink too much. Yes, I am an overthinker, but not to the point that I am experiencing now. I just thought that my overthinking got the best of me. I'm on the verge of quitting everything that I'm passionate about. In short, I was so close to giving up and stopping everything that makes my heart feel alive. I haven't felt so genuine in a while, as if everything I wrote was nothing but mere words that have no meaning at all. Something I don't really feel like writing about. I stopped having a long conversation with anyone. I stopped listening to what they really had to say. And just think, think, and think until it's time for me to go to sleep.
But then I remembered who I was before. I remembered that girl who doesn't easily give up on things just because she's stressed out. I remembered that girl who loved to lift people up with her words. I remembered someone who would not let anyone stop her from achieving what she wanted. I remembered who I was. I remembered myself saying, "Let's see what I will do if I'm in that situation." Even if I am not sure what I can exactly do when that moment comes, even if I'm not sure if I'm still alive to witness that, I remembered how hopeful I was. And I remembered how much faith I have that things will always work out. And even if they don't, it just means that it wasn't meant for me at all.
I just want to tell you that sometimes you have to remind yourself of the old you—the you who have lived and survived in the past—just to get you where you are right now. And remember that if you don't like where you are right now, you still have a chance to do something that might change where you're going. It might be a tough road to walk on. But the most important thing is that you've done something. You've never abandoned yourself and just given up on what you really want to do.
Hello, I'm just dropping by // ma.c.a
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cupsnpages · 8 hours
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march 18th
a lot of paperwork, pdfs to read, one meeting with my internship supervisor, and the feeling that things are going to be alright!
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cherrygazette · 16 hours
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her mouth tasted like cold coffee in the morning and leftover dark chocolate.
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joytri · 1 day
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I've been trying to go home my whole life-
Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"
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belovedapollo · 2 days
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from my notebook archives 🪵 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
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heyprettykitty · 3 days
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this is all I want, to chill in my pyjamas with the person I love. x
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xjackxv · 2 days
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𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 … 💋
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shisasan · 12 hours
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March 18, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
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studyblr-perhaps · 3 days
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16/03/24 || Saturday
Finally I can fully focus on the poster presentation in the conference and it seems like it'll be fun (frankly I'm just happy for the good free food I'll get). I am feeling finally at ease but I have a hefty amount of projects lined up so that will be hell fun. Either way I feel unusually at peace today so haha yeah life is good.
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literature is my solace in the solitude
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