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it's so fucked up you cant start working on your life at 3 am. when it most matters

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haven't done my work but i did draw myself not doing my work. and the specter. not sure how this helps

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oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave

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and the lord sayest unto me, "lock the fuck in"

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one of the most boring lessons I’ve learned is that when a task feels overwhelming, you just have to start doing it. Even if you’re not sure how to do 90% of it, look for one small component that seems close and start there. Sometimes it’s reading one article on the topic, or searching one related term, or literally just googling how to do the task. Do anything other than thinking about it. The process of working on a thing inherently makes it less scary.

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sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

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Ohhhh I get it! The days repeat each week!

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Her name is Katalin Karikó. Hungarian. Daughter of a butcher. Her thesis work became the basis of the mRNA vaccine technology. Read the article here.

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book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you

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Pocket notebook notes from a metalsmithing class im taking

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in an interesting case of linguistic convergent evolution, the english words scale, scale, and scale are all false cognates of each other

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basically a lot of my problems boil down to me being really bad at waking up. and also really bad at going to sleep

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from The New York Times

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Explored old town and found a cafe adorned with an assortment of old-ish books. Read the spines while enjoying my coffee. First time I’ve ever been served a monstera latte art btw. Was very amused. Bonus good vibes from this doggo who peeked from his second floor balcony window.