My brain feels like it’s going to explode and I can’t swallow without wincing, zero reason why I should have to subject myself to daily living tasks in these conditions. Bed—>couch—>bed
a little ipad desk with a cup holder, fluffy pillow and blanket (they match), toy bunny, second/third device, when i muster the energy to get up again i’ll light this scented candle🤒 i’ve been in this position for maybe 16 out of the last 24 hours
The intern has been coughing up a storm at the office for over a month now, and this week's sacrifice to the gods of snot and sniveling is yours truly. I'm currently sat on a folding chair in my parents' backyard, at the edge of the pond, soaking up sunlight and fresh air like an old-timey tuberculosis patient in new-timey sweatpants. Half of the time my thoughts don't make any sense. When I open my mouth, you'll hear my fever talking. Nevertheless, I'm out and about, spouting words and comments that could be profound - probably only to wake up a week from now and think: "What was that even supposed to mean?"
Where were you today ? Oh just cooking up something juicy in the lab (aka I was in the library studying for my exam) I have gotten so much fun out of this
I overheard this conversation between two girls, where one didn’t want to lend the other a book because she liked to keep her books in mint condition (“you FOLD the corners ? Oh god no”). Like girl what ? (to each their own I guess??) surely that is the joy of books- for these pages to be passed around, shared, worn and tattered. For stories to be read and re-read, each time with new rips in the page or the ever satisfying feeling of folding a corner. Scars of your journey with the story. I want the book to FEEL how much I loved reading it. To be loved is to be changed !! i will happily crack the spine of this fine novel and enjoy it !! Read it and weep sad book girl 🤚🏻