one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net
Your shadow is a confirmation that light has traveled nearly 93 million miles unobstructed, only to be deprived of reaching the ground in the final few feet thanks to you.
Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.
Not gonna lie, struggling to get anything substantial done this Sunday at uni.
While last week I was starting to get really focused as I gained confidence in my work, this week I’m a bit deflated following my supervisors handing me their feedback on a couple of chapters.
Now I’m seeing all the problems in the rest of my writing and doubting everything I’ve done and whether it’ll be up to scratch by submission time.