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přes vánoční prázdniny jsem toho měl do školy udělat tolik, že jsem nakonec neudělal nic. svědomí mě za to sežere, ale co už
Person A: *hugs Person B tightly*
Person B: I can't breathe.
Person A: Good. That's how I felt without you.
#hopelesslyinlovewithsomeoneimpossible
That's what I'm doing. I choose to focus on Humanities so I study philosophy, literature (french and English), History, Spanish, Geography, Latin (you can do greek if you want as well) and Theatre (you can also study Cinema, Art History or Cartography).
In the end, if you pass the exams you can be paid to study. But that's only for the top students, who considered the nation intellectual elite.
But most people end up going to college.
Did you know that in France you can *willingly* choose to go back in High School after you have your high school diploma to study in the most demanding higher study programs for two (to three) years so you can sit for a competitive exam for the most prestigious french universities.
i feel so unhappy but also i've never been happier
*vomits and dies* welp cant wait to fail my exam tomorrow 👍💪
do you have any icks in whump?
I haven't really thought about this before now, so bear with me!
I would say I'm not really squeamish about anything specific, but I did have an experience like. Mid-last-year??? That would suggest otherwise HAHAHAHA
TW: mentions of child abuse.
Whether you've ever heard of Ancient Chinese foot-binding or not, I would suggest proceeding with *extreme* caution if you feel so inclined to research. It was done to young girls, and gosh did I think I could handle one x-ray imaging of this poor victim.
dear nonny, nuh-uh. Not the case at all. While I was staring at this very real x-ray with a sort of horrific fascination, or enthrallment, or whatever you want to call it---it was a mix between the two---anyways; I saw a sort of black fuzziness start to crowd my screen, like crawling, miniscule ants, and I frowned because what the helly man 😔
And I kind of tried to shake my screen, flip my laptop lid back and shut, and I blearily realised it was my very OWN vision infected with this onslaught of static. And I felt so very very tired and sick and nauseous and
Cut.
I'm on my back now. I'm blinking up through a haze, and I vaguely feel my hair scratching my neck and back, and I see the faint, dark outline of something looming above me, and I think, huh. That looks like the desk in my house! :D:D
But my vision sharpens rapidly, and oh, it is my desk
But what's it doing so high up above me-? And I realise my chair is right there, and my arse isn't on it anymore :D, and I'm lying flat on my back and I push myself up with clammy hands and sweaty hair and the room is spinning and dipping, and my stomach does a twisted sort of turn
And I push myself up further onto shaky legs, gripping onto my table with a white-knuckled grip, and I force myself to the kitchen, and pick a mug, any mug [from later investigations I belatedly realised it was the one I usually reserved for rice, no wonder the water tasted like fucking flowers] and I chugged a full shot.
The nausea is still there but it's lessened severely in the bare minutes I stumbled to and from the kitchen, and I walk to my bedroom and stare in the mirror, and Jesus Fuck have I never seen my face so drained before.
I didn't do much afterwards except lay my head on my knees and try to get the beating of my *loser ass* dysfunctional heart back under control. That was my first and only experience of fainting. No I did not enjoy it. But did it serve to enhance the accuracy of its depictions in my writing? Hell YEAH
Anyway, moral of the story is. Please be cautious when consuming media. Do NOT overestimate yourself for your own sake please I beg of you. I could've suffered a concussion if there was anything to hit my empty head on, passing out is not fun!!!!
But it's all the more reason to whump your blorbos with it amirite 😈
Sorry for derailing so disastrously. I can say with full confidence, my whump-related ick? Child abuse, child whump. Not to say I wouldn't interact---I WILL read, and have written such works on the regular. Frequent compulsory breaks tend to help me a lot! But it's not something I tend to react positively to.
The fact I was viewing imagery of something that happened to real children in real life was just... more upsetting than usual?
I don’t know why I haven’t mentioned this yet but I’ve been making a polka dot man costume for Halloween. I’ll post tomorrow when it’s finished:)
I want the time back but not the thoughts, for they gave me lines of poetry you'd never compare to.
I want the tears back but not the lesson, for they gave me pages of introspection you'd never be able to achieve.
I want the overthinking back but not the drawls, for it gave me passages of comfort you'd never be able to give.
I want the happiness back but not the old me, for it gave me a better shield towards life I hope you never get.
and now you gave up, after the continuous breakdowns and hating them.
you fucking relented but don't do it again.
but then "what if ?" and you text them first. you hold your breath, goddamn please be nice. and then see all the reasons why they aren't a fit for you. fuck them, you think.
but then you're having fun and then you realise this is a wake up call. wake up. you're gonna talk but will not get attached okay?
you fucking relented, but don't do it again.
please. have mercy.
guys i failed day 1
reasons:
Why do I love this sooo freaking much but yet I'm questioning my moral compass HUHHHH WHAAAAT I- but my love for this woman outshines it All......
look what you made me do - natasha romanoff
part of the greek chapter - college au
Summary: she did this for you
Warnings: dark fic, mentions of blood, murder, toxic behavior, stalking, power bottom!nat, strap on use, slapping, scratching, possessiveness, smut 18+
Word Count: 4k
A/N: it’s my reputation era (i’m just a simple gay trying to manifest reputation (taylor’s version))
i obviously do not condone this behavior.
No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.
masterlist | college au masterlist
gif not mine
Natasha Romanoff wouldn’t call herself a possessive person. She was never one to hold on to things for a long time, or really care about them sticking around.
Until you came around.
From the second you saw Natasha you were hooked. Her smug grin and carefree snarky attitude immediately lured you in. You’d never wanted anyone else so bad in your life, and the redhead never felt so wanted. But the feeling of wanting and being wanted was not one Natasha was familiar with. The fight between wanting to keep you to herself and her detached personality an everyday battle.
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Why did I hyperfixiate on a Sonic Lost World rewrite instead of studying for my fucking business exam? No clue there's something wrong with me today
your icon punches you in the face do you survive
And now, my most recent drawing of the boy kisser, drawn today, and it is my favourite so far.
I am quite proud of it!
This one was drawn during double history whilst sirs computer decided to die
Also don't mind the demented evbo in the corner, he's just chilling
Here's what I have drawn for my art class to day....
It's graded assignment................