mortallysuperbdinosaur

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im COOKED

a mentorship, an internship, writing comps, SAT prep, covering math syllabus, extended essay, hist IA, eng IO, research for other IAs, TOK

i genuinely cant do this its literally a checklist i will end myself

btw i still have things left ToT

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wts

signed up on wattpad and the book covers did enough for me to close it.

Honestly, i love that for myself. I love peace...

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Margaret Atwood, The Last Day

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it is so over

can smn strike me down rq

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please will someone save me. haha im just kidding. please can i be saved

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career choices

do you guys ever get that feeling? "Yeah I'm choosing literature for sure" but then you go to watch youtube so you can relax. Turns out you LTRLY CANNOT RELAX ANYWHERE cz there's another person talking about their profile that got them into an ivy or whatever. I mean, I just sit there thinking "whats the point if i dont get into an ivy..."

It would be bearable if the accepted student DIDN'T SOLVE CANCER AT 13 AND WASN'T PUBLISHED IN 50 MAGS???

So i begin wondering if I should really give up on literature. Maybe I can get into a uni for chemical engineering. Maybe they will like my grades. I'm not even a good writer after all.

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I fear you have a way to hate me, and make me not hate you for it. It is almost as if I was an easy target. At first, you projected your insecurities onto me. I forgave you for that-perhaps, since my intentions I am still unsure of.

Then, I overheard you gossiping about me. My parents were elsewhere and I had to sleep in your bed that day. I knew of the slurs you called me. Still, I brought in my pillow and my blanket, obliged when I was asked to slow the fan, and talked to you whenever you intended. 

I swallowed my pride, like you swallow your vomit. Bile burned, bitter and harsh, in my throat. There I was, faced away from you, drying my tears, begging my eyes not to let them spill, to restrain them the way I contained my vomit. 

You have not changed. Neither have I, in that sense. Today, you adorned my hands with henna. How does that work? I wish I hated you.

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female rage is me after losing my notes app (it was solely what I wrote on for two years straight while I was experiencing writers' bloc)

On a side note, I covered most parts cz my friend is a weirdo and a cyberstalker. I have no idea what social platforms this dude is on. He finds people EVERYWHERE. Keep me in ur prayers...

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Can I have your brain?

oh also if I were your teacher, I would've been impressed if anything!

Guys. Guys I fucked up. I was writing right? Simple two in the morning writing. I ended up with a poem about sticks that was longer then my 600 word poem about the word luster. This is a school assignment guys. My teachers are going to think I’m weird.

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Me when the night sky in Kashmir, probably. Or the time in Ramadan, when I saw stars moving in shapes I couldn't figure out since I was in awe. Oh, or when I was on the highway, leaving behind two roads, both leading to different valleys that are possibly the most beautiful in my motherland: Hunza and Skardu

How I love night skies.

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Making all your characters have mommy issues (as an eldest daughter with mommy issues yourself) has to be a universal experience

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this feels like a personal attack lmao (Khaled Hosseini I blame you,,, still love his novels) from: Story Unlikely short story contest

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Kafka

I've been reading this dude's works in my lang and lit class. Whenever I'm about to appreciate his work, I remember this guy went to br0thels. Unfortunately, the way authors lived their lives really does make a difference. (first post btw ToT)