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types of note takers

a: spend more time picking which pen and washi tape to use than actually taking notes. their notebook is a giant rainbow explosion.

b: simple. one pen, one notebook, maybe a highlighter if they’re feeling fancy.

c: takes notes on their laptop. organized, minimalist, timely. they have two windows open at all times: homework and tumblr.

d: doesn’t take many notes because they zone out for half of each class and is on their phone for the rest.

e: audio records the classes as well as taking notes by hand. later re-writes notes and types them *just in case* they lose their notebook. they never do.

f: never actually shows up to class, and if they do, they somehow forgot to bring a pen and paper.

g: you never see them taking any notes, instead they are always eating chipotle or mcdonalds in class. yet somehow they have the highest grade in the class.

Types of People

-liquid galaxies: Has a deep love for fuzzy blankets. Just wanna cuddle and watch good movies. Has a soft spot for animals. Loves hot cocoa. Will sit with you until 4 in the morning just talking about the meaning of life. Thinks about the infiniteness of the universe a lot. Listens to lofi study playlists on youtube, you know the ones. Overthinks. Constantly trying to be a better person. Grateful for the little things in life. Just want to talk with someone. An Intellectual™. Wants to read more than they do. They don’t just hug you, they hold you tight and make you feel a little less alone in the world. 

-bottled sunshine: Loves pressing flowers and essential oils. The type of person you’d grab brunch with. They care about bees more than most people care about anything. Probably has a garden or at least a few plants. Their laugh is the nicest sound you will ever hear. Nice fashion sense. Will defend the color yellow to their grave. Likes for things to match. Puts everything into their calendar/planner. Likes spinning in circles and stretching and bouncing and swinging your joint hands back and forth. Loves to go on walks. Looking at their smile will make you a little more happy to be alive.

-Moonlit lakes: Tea addict. A little on the quiet side. Loves long baths and scented candles. Trying to be a nicer person because they don’t realize how nice they already are. Loves to sit and just take in the scenery. Great listeners, make you feel heard. The Mom Friend™. Texts to ask if you’re okay or if you had a good day. Notices things most people don’t. Always have a different perspective. Needs to let people help them a bit more.  A little ball of stress but trying their hardest. They will look you in your eyes with such warmth and love that you love yourself just a tad more too.

-Lighting Veins: Has probably drunk at least one energy drink in the last hour. The type of person you go out on the town with. Extravert. What they lack in self control they make up for with sheer enthusiasm. Always starting a new project. Full of inspiration. Can never shut off their mind. Will laugh with you over the stupidest things. A bit on the sarcastic side. Full of wanderlust. Constantly talks about all the trips they want to go on and places they want to see. Wants to do everything. Wants to be everything. Listening to them talk about your dreams makes you a bit more excited about existing.

James: But I grew on you.

Lily: Yes, like moss or toe fungus.

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

types of students: flowers

rose: aesthetic notebooks, sad movies, writing a diary, written work, looking up ten or so new fonts every day, soft giggles, can be distracted easily, sweet, always helping other students

sunflower: extremely competitive, studies wherever, high motivation but sometimes no talent, does the talking in group presentations, asks the questions others are afraid to ask, going on walks to clear your mind

lily: reading the course material over and over until you get it, fairy lights, can be innocent, cries over bad grades, disorganized, wants to bujo but doesn’t know how, dancer, probably scared to ask for help

orchid: self-starter, cinephile, can do anything they set their mind to, vintage supplies, always returns what they borrowed, best friends with the librarian, soft voice, ink pens

daisy: natural, wants to change the world someday, vegetarian, activist, can change your mind in two seconds, genuine laughter, not wanting anybody to feel left out, reading extra books because you’re not feeling challenged enough, getting lost in crowds, europe travels

cherry blossom: doodles in the margin, always tries their best, needs a lot of validation sometimes, shy, borrowing your friend’s notes and their sweaters, chapstick, bringing hot chocolate to study groups, mom friends, super organized, smol bean

Candy Jar ~ 2018 netflix

Candy Jar ~ netflix 2018

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

Chivalry is not dead

Go get it girls! 😊