The Little Forest Cryptid Speaks - Tumblr Posts
i would describe myself as fun and light hearted and unburdened. please ignore the blood in my mouth
Self care is overrated letβs have a mental breakdown over our favorite shows and then yell at the moon
drinking tea while playing online chess is peak chaotic academia
Iβm off to the woods ! Itβs been too long, I need to sit in a creek and forget some things.
i want to learn how to play chess and play it well, i want to pull my piano out and feel that tune iβve had on loop, i want libraries and late night reading, i want to make silly anagrams that are so outrageously specific and dramatic and stupid, i want chai latte, i want rum and crime novels, i want to learn and consume and never be bored again a day in this life.
finding new interests... particularly in books and media, were you always there simmering under the surface? or are you merely a projection of my love for characters in foreign universes? does that make this merely temporary? does that make me shallow? does it matter anyway?
anyway. anagrams and trauma and criminology and memory studies and yearning and growth and change have been haunting my dreams... it has been quite pleasant.
[that feeling when you finally submit yourself wholly to academiaβ¦] there are no gods here to betray, only ourselves, only our futures.
because i can read and understand journal articles, i somehow think iβm qualified to take on board the evidence and ideas presented as factual, despite only being verisimilar or inconsequential
i thought you were crying wolf, but you weren't. who am i to be so sceptical of your cries? dilapidated by my hands, your life was terminated by my faithlessness in you. is forgiveness something the insentient can give? but how am i to be deserving when i heard your cries so irreverently.
oh wow! in a shocking turn of events, she spent a few hours researching the human immune system and decided to fast for a few days.
because i can read and understand journal articles, i somehow think iβm qualified to take on board the evidence and ideas presented as factual, despite only being verisimilar or inconsequential
this is an obsession. i walk past a kids police pajama set and the first thing i think of is lestrade, and then i think of that one really long fic of baby clone sherlock. im done. time to dive headfirst down the homestuck rabbit hole. wish me luck.
the amount of work I always manage to get done after sleeping in baffles me. unsure if it's really the extra sleep or late morning coffee or perhaps the guilt of wasting half the day fueling me on.
I PUT MY GLASSES DOWN AND NOW I CAN'T FIND THEM T^T NFKADJFNALEKJUFNALJAFLUEF D U D E I HAVE WORK TO DO
one thing about me. i will nap. always anytime anyway, i will nap. itβs like 6.30am im wide awake and have already had half a coffee and food. but bet my ass iβm going to nap and set my alarm 5min before class starts. good evening and good night *dramatic bow and exit stage*
i just managed to fall sitting down i-
but why? because you have weights on your ankles. they've been there since birth.
my GUY i canβt get jackshit done. im begging rn someone give me a frontal lobotomy.
just !!!!!!!!!! yk?! the compressed rage i have about this is unbelievable