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““We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” Tim McGraw”

— (via tamrashea)

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OPPOSITE SIDES OF LOVING TOO MUCH

Warsan Shire // Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out // Mahmoud Darwish // Richard Siken, Planet of Love // Rabindranath Tagore, Jodio Rajani Pohalo // Mitski, First Love/Late Spring // Carrie Fisher, Shockaholic // Japanese Breakfast, Tactics // Aurora, I Went Too Far // Mary Oliver, Hum 

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OPPOSITE SIDES OF WANTING TO BE GOOD 

Japanese Breakfast, Slide Tackle // Mary Oliver, Wild Geese // Patti Smith, Woolgathering // Andrea Dworkin, Our Blood // Saul Bellow, Herzog // Mitski, I Will // Florence Welch, Useless Magic // Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star // Mary Oliver, Dogfish // John Steinbeck, East of Eden. 

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The little things.

An online friendship that feels like finding a long lost half of yours. A playlist w your name written on it by your friend. Songs that shuffle according to your mood suprisingly. A witty meme that you understand. A polite stranger taking the time to explain you the route. An interesting conversation with your co-passenger about pre-pandemic times.

Your mother combing your hair. An unexpressive father who sleeps beside you and holds your hand. Playing with your sibling. A day without fights.

Good weather. Not necessarily sunny or rainy. But a weather that feels good for you. Maybe the sun rays warming your skin. Or the rain that calms you down. Or even the gloomy winter morning where you can't get up from your bed.

A day of checking all the to-dos. Or maybe where you got out of your study slump. Maybe you read 3 pages of a book. A wholesome show. Caught up with the notes.

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poetry is about stumbling across someone else’s words and finding yourself when nothing else makes sense. please don’t ever think poetry is about buying a book and reading every poem and understanding every word and knowing everything about the poet. poetry is more often about a single line than it is about the whole poem. someday you’ll come across a line, read it, feel something unexplainable travel in your nerves, and it’ll stay with you, forever, that is the magic, that is the poetry. it doesn’t matter who the poet is, or if you even know the whole thing, if it makes you feel less alone it is poetry enough. please don’t even force yourself into poetry, it isn’t love (fortunately)

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“When two people talk, they don’t just fall into physical and aural harmony. They also engage in what is called motor mimicry. If you show people pictures of a smiling face or a frowning face, they’ll smile or frown back, although perhaps only in muscular changes so fleeting that they can only be captured with electronic sensors. If I hit my thumb with a hammer, most people watching will grimace: they’ll mimic my emotional state. This is what is meant, in the technical sense, by empathy. We imitate each other’s emotions as a way of expressing support and caring and, even more basically, as a way of communicating with each other.” ― Malcolm Gladwell, The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference

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"It's such a beautiful thing when friendship suddenly blooms unexpectedly, like a popcorn flower exploding open in your path.."

Just an FYI, I made up a popcorn flower, haha.. but wouldn't it be beautiful if some flowers popped open like popcorn at your feet as you walked by? That's what unexpected friendship is like - eUë

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“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...”

—Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

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“Thank the rain, moon and flowers for life would’ve been so lonely.”

— chaos_lover

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Extracted from Moranifesto by Caitlin Moran

(Red Magazine, September 2017)

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#gilmore girls but make it 2020 (part 3)

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being in love as an academic

gentle kisses before lectures as they walk you to the hall

slow dancing to mozart, vibing to hozier, & dancing wildly to mother mother

sitting in their lap as you both finish work

zoom calls instead of studying

handwritten letters snuck under dorm doors & pressed flowers hidden in books

imagining their soft smiles as you power through a dull lecture

comparing annotations in literature & workings in mathematics

gently holding them when it gets too much, pressing a kiss to their temple & reminding them of the joy you’ll have after graduation

nicknames after niche & unknown scientists, mathematicians & authors

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Han Kang, "White Hair." The White Book (translated by Deborah Smith)

My Love, Don't Cross That River (2013) dir. Jin Mo-young

Eileen Myles, "Peanut Butter." I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014

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halloa! below there!

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- ̗ ̀ study break ideas  ̖ ́-

if you have 5 minutes...

watch a TED talk

light a candle

paint your nails

put on a hair/face mask

splash your face with cold water

walk around your house

stretch

have a small snack

make a cup of tea/coffee

clear your desk

if you have 10-15 minutes...

watch a longer TED talk

watch a youtube video on studying/something educational

do some yoga

go for a quick run

have a shower

make a smoothie

power nap

workout

organise your desk

if you have 20-35 minutes...

watch a longer TED talk

watch one short episode of a tv programme

do a longer workout

go for a longer run

go for a walk

bake something

call a friend

if you have 40-60 minutes...

watch a documentary

watch one longer episode of a tv programme

go for an even longer walk/run

have a bath

have a one hour nap to help you remember things

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"And life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better. "

– Robert Frost | Birches

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when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"