Be a bit delulu... Believe in yourself; every goal you set yourself is archivable!! ;)
Challenging/tedious tasks first!! Get them out of the way!! ew!!
Visualise your goals!! What do you want to archive? How will you feel when you reach your goal? Write everything down, and make a cute vision card on Pinterest. Always helps me stay motivated <33
Make the most of your time. Got some free extra minutes? Start working on something from your to-do list!! :)
Organise your space. Being in a comfortable and inviting environment is so so important to be able to focus properly. Some scented candles, a cute bookshelf, some pictures…
Plan ahead, make a simple to-do list (no more than 7 points)
Fix your sleep schedule… I'm still working on this myself… once I figure out how I'll definitely make a little guide lol…
Take breaks, especially when studying. Exercise is perfect for relaxing your mind; if you don't love working out - like me... lol - going on a walk is a great option too!! <33
Be aware of procrastination… are you procrastinating right now..?
Reward yourself!! Spend some time taking care of yourself, invest time in your hobbies, eat your favourite meal, or get yourself a nice coffee… small things that make you feel good :)
As always, Please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! <3
Paris "I can't go to the same college as my boyfriend, that will look like I went there just to be with him— instead I'll go to the same college as my rival and request to be roommates because I think we still have an emotional journey together" Geller
Paris "I'm gonna seek the new girl out on campus to whisper poetry into her ear as an intimidation tactic" Geller
Paris "wow Rory dating would be so much easier if I were gorgeous and talented and charming and wonderful like you" Geller
Paris "going to this concert with you has literally been the best night of my life" Geller
Paris "I told you I didn't want to study in person because there would be no point in just sitting around together staring at each other, then showed up anyway" Geller
Paris "anytime I have a major life event, the first person I tell is Rory" Geller
Paris "we had a fight so now the only reasonable response is a broken-hearted swordfight" Geller
You're dealing with a 16 year old girl who has substance, who is still a 16 year old girl, but she's a little more mature for her age than your average, 16 year old girl. And yeah, you're a great looking guy and you're super cool. And you're James Dean come back to life, the whole deal, but that don't impress me none, unless you're a good person, you know? Cause we live in a small town here and your values are not aligning with these town values. Okay. So, you know, you go be cute somewhere else. That's finally, she stood up for Luke. I loved it. I was very proud of it...It really solidified them as a unit, at least on a friendship level, potentially a romantic level and how she views Luke and how her real feelings came out about Luke, about what a, what a good influence he's been on her life and has had her back. So it's like, you know, we don't do that around here, buddy. You know, she'll stomp on him. She'll she'll stomp on him if he messes with...he continues to mess with Luke. So yeah, I think it's nothing Luke did or said that was the wake up call. Rory gave him the wake up call. -Scott
“Screw you,” says Rory thinly, passing him the half of the scone that’s left. It’s cherry, anyway, his favorite. (What else is she supposed to do with her hands? Where should she put them now so she doesn’t slip up and reach for him?)
“Yeah.” Jess brushes her fingers with his cold ones as he takes the paper bag, purposeful and spiteful, proving nothing she doesn’t already know. “Right back at you.”
in the baggage room at greyhound
↳ a season four au by @oceanblvdmp3
the girl who waited (episode) is pure existential horror, tempered by the tragedy of the passage of time.
jaded amy. old amy, battle-worn amy, embittered amy, weathered amy. cold hardened unrecognising eyes. thirty six years. thirty six years in a containment facility alone. solitary confinement. facing grim reality with nothing but your wits, nothing but the faintest hope of some semi-mythical men from a distant past coming to rescue you, princess in the tower a second time. not this time. you forge weapons. you fight. you force yourself to forget. and then out of the blue, that bloody, bloody distinctive shade of blue, comes his voice, cheery as ever, spouting technobabble, cracking puns, all with that sickening babytalk – wibbly-wobbly bibbety bobbity boop. promised you a dream and gave you hell, hell, hell again, your beloved's death, your beloved's death, traps, paradoxes, a daughter, a daughter who was never there, a daughter who was never yours to raise, a childhood best friend that you'd never met, a life you never got to live. he dropped out of the sky and burnt up your world over and over and over, displaying something like a true exhilaration, something like amusement while he's doing it. and now when there's nothing left, no stars to explore (they're all flaming balls of dead matter) no planets to discover (they're crawling with dread and disease and pollution and war) his carefree tone cuts through the stillness announcing – we've come to save you, little girl. it's only been a blip for us, a glitch, an oopsie, locked on a bit too late, sorry rory.
these men brought you to purgatory and left you there. and now one of them's back (wearing the other's voice on his eyes, the omnipresent voice of your cruel god) your husband from the life before, unchanged, un-aged, same as you last saw him. you haven't been touched by another living soul in thirty six years and he's grabbing your arm.
who are these men, now strangers to you both, one frozen in youth, another ancient? here, the other one: on the screen, ever unchanging, ever friendly, that knowing gaze. they both promised you a universe, then allowed it to narrow to the size of a cage. you're not plastic like your dear "husband" had been all those millenia he spent "waiting". you're not a mysterious transtemporal entity. you're alive, you're human, so much more human than these aliens standing in front of you now, and you've felt every moment, every agonising moment, every hour, every year of your indefinite sentence. isolated. alone
that glowing gadget in your hand? it's a probe. sonic probe. because in a world with no wonder left, we refer to objects by their proper names.