#notebook life

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

Got finally accepted into my chosen Grad School and I'm so excited to start! 🥳

What are your tips or things you wish you knew before starting grad school? 📖

[ionomycin]

Welcome home

[resqectable]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[dudouji]

trying to get back into sketching on paper

references from @adorkastock

[thoughtkick]

You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

The Notebook

[belovedapollo]

a little bit late, but, goodbye July 🌳

reblog is ok, don’t repost / use

[maomango-doodle]

uhh bunch of doodles

(diary entry under the cut)

Dear diary,

Yesterday, Jeeves let me cradle his face in these hands of mine. This might not seem like much but allow me to paint the full picture here. Quite frankly, I've had a few opportunities to hold this brilliant lemon before, whenever the poor thing was burning up with fever and whatnot. But, until now, I had never quite noticed how... soft Jeeves is. In that moment, with both hands on his map drowsy with sleep, I felt like I was being trusted with the most precious loaf of bread in all of England. No wonder; he's Jeeves after all. I mean to say, even in the wildest thunderstorm, you wouldn't catch less than fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked! It's a mystery how he does it, really.

But what I'm getting at is that I am only telling you this now because, for one simple reason, I couldn't tell you right away, or else I would have—Jeeves knows how no force is too great to try and stop me from jotting down a few notes on paper for later use in my books. No, you see, I couldn't because we were both getting ready for our respective beauty sleep, which meant only one thing: if I wanted to be the little spoon this time, I had to avoid any hesitation and nosedive in the sheets before Jeeves did, and lounge invitingly—as much as the willowy Wooster frame could—as to leave no room for arguments. One can enjoy doing the fulfilling act of embracing but one can also desire one's corpus to be enveloped by warmth itself, what. I didn't get to say as much right then though because, to my surprise, Jeeves had already followed me without a word and wrapped his arms round me. Directly, I felt like the happiest pillow on earth, as any pillow would be while being so firmly held and loved. But, again, I did not voice the thought; I simply let myself melt into the arms of Jeeves.

So, you see, there could possibly have been no time to grab a pen and fill you, dear diary, in on the whole binge.

[lplantxll]

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"bird"

[deadbirdstudios]

Haunted by this man even in class... smh

Featuring Harleys of @harleysawyerlover and @ajoure . my beloveds

[perfectquote]

You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

The Notebook

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

Quiet corner to study at campus 🌳

[feminineenergylife]

Pretty & Paid Notebooks & Planners ♡

[vesperalities]

Transcribing my notes from a workshop I did last week titled Snapshot Literature: memory, self-fiction, and pictures inside the household drawer.

[thoughtkick]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[belovedapollo]

from my notion archives, green forever 🌳

all photos by me, reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[kurara-black-blog]

Damn, Light legit thought people would find it ok to set up an explosive trap in your drawer just cuz you didn't want people reading your diary—