20/10

AUTUMN SEEMED TO arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

unrestrained summer fun

— Haruki Murakami

Detective Bennet.

no human being from any period of history will ever understand this generation’s sense of humor

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

Steve yeeted himself into another timeline and somehow we are supposed to be okay with that?

HELL TO THE FUCK NO. MY BUCKY DID NOT DESERVE THIS.

And that's why it's so satisfying. Steve started out as a selfless hero, going miles to save his friend in his last 2 movies over his own needs. He's reached a point where he's learnt he needs to do things for himself - in fact he's earned it. (Anyway, he was only for for 10 seconds. Bucky's fine)

thank you for everything.

You alright? Always.

I'm so sad omg :(((

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

Two job-hunting resources that changed my life:

This cover letter post on askamanger.com. A job interview guide written by Alison Green, who runs askamanager.

useful

Alison Green’s advice works. 

Alison Green got me all my interviews from 2012 onward, I am reasonably sure.

reblog the Don Draper of getting a job he’s unqualified for and you’ll have 10 years of getting jobs you’re unqualified for

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

iu is me

the fact that lights don’t start flickering ominously and short-circuiting whenever i’m upset is maximally unsexy and not at all excellent if you ask me