i've started my phd less than a couple of months ago. i love the work. it's hard and time consuming in a way i never thought possible, but i love it. i love my supervisor. he's so understanding and helpful.
the only thing i hate are the people at the lab. i don't know if it's because i've never worked with such a large research group before, but every day that passes i just discover something that makes me wish i was working alone. the office politics are so annoying. especially that i am as a person so oblivious to social cues and how it takes a great effort for me to really be present for social interactions. effort i could be using for my work instead. i really hope it calms down during the next few days as i focus more on my work but i will still need to deal with the postdocs in the group and i just rather not.
SCREAMS. idk if any of y’all remember me mentioning how the military base where i live has been massively expanding over the past year, so my whole (too small for this btw!) city has been completely overrun by this endless flow of army guys and their shitty families...?
well, i’ve never seen so many fireworks in my life as i have this week and it’s not even the damn 4th yet. the air outside is so polluted from it that many people in my area are reporting severe asthma symptoms, and tonight i looked up and saw that the moon is actually blotted out by the sheer amount of smoke. that’s right, these fuckers have blotted out the fucking moon in their nationalism-crazed bacchanalia. christ.
theres some guys in my class rn who arent even in this class and theyre like tackling each other and yelling homophobic shit and screaming about drugs and porn n stuff
i hate people. i hate the people at my school so fucking much. they should just shut the fuck up if they don’t know what happened and don’t know the people involved.
emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.
multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.
i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.
please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.
listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.