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4-hour library session of structural theory ✒️📖

Types of Girls: summer fruits 🍒✨

Strawberry girls: never feels good enough, puts friends before themselves, deep thinker & articulate speaker, beautiful outlook on life, is doing their best

Peach girls: overthinks about their crush, easy to talk to, pretty room, loves old music & soft lighting, gets over things fast, hardworking, goes with the flow

Blueberry girls: always embarrassed, the best friend anyone could hope for, heart of gold, comforting presence, appreciates beauty, sad but stays positive

Plum girls: remembers little things, questions their feelings, wishes they were taller, gets excited easily, too obsessed about what others think, smells nice

Cherry girls: prefers the truth, daydreams a lot, gets depressed when contemplating too much, doesn’t believe compliments, outwardly confident and happy

Lychee girls: pretty handwriting, scared of disappointing others, all/nothing mindset, can’t put thoughts into words, knows when someone is lying

You know what makes me sad?

The fact that Ron Weasley is seen as what the horcrux showed as his greatest fear.

Not good enough.

I vote Stucky

I just watched Candy Jar fanfiction and it was AMAZING. This movie will be used for so many AUs I can already feel them coming.

Who doesn’t love a great #Enemies To Friends To Lovers trope? Or a good #High School AU trope set in a debate club where the characters are forced to work together to win?

And honestly both Jacob Latimore and Sami Gayle were so damn CHARMING in their roles. Bennett was so smug but only in the best ways possible. And Lona so damn angry and grumpy. And both of them so driven to win and get into their dream colleges and obviously fraying at the edges.

And yes also so clearly meant for each other (like I said, I just watched fanfiction).

Oh and the ‘our parents can’t stand each other’ thing was great too especially because it didn’t actually vilify either one of them (and actually both mothers were equally good parents while simultaneously capable of glaring daggers through fake smiles at each other and landing pretty vicious jabs at each other’s characters. Which was actually a pretty great side story).

I mean don’t get me wrong, for the most part it was cheesy as hell but there were certain bits that were pretty clever too. And it certainly did land one solid sucker punch near the middle that I don’t want to spoil.

Just… look at these idiots:

*when you stay up all night reading fluffy fics*

“I love staring out the window. New York, it’s like a candy jar - watching people is so phenomenal. Looking at [the couple at the next table] right now, you can tell so much by what they order or their body language. I just find that really fun. It’s kind of like being a detective a little bit.”

You know what makes me sad?

The fact that Ron Weasley is seen as what the horcrux showed as his greatest fear.

Not good enough.

hixtape tracklist aesthetics☁️✨

hope world: energetic vibes, bright yellow converse, petting random dogs on the street, coloured markers, getting aquatinted with the owners of your local ice cream shop, fading dyed hair, music festivals, the excitement of traveling to new cities 

piece of peace: denim jackets covered in patches, plant babies, 60s music, naps on the sofa in the morning sun, pancakes and orange juice, messy hair, comforting auras, oversized circle glasses and overalls, walking barefoot and feeling the grass in between your toes

daydream: feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, smudged sketches, hugs from behind, pillows as soft as clouds, sitting on the window sill reading poetry books, wearing flowers in your hair, artsy bullet journals, talking to the moon, forehead kisses, late lunches with your friends

base line: clinking champagne glasses, draped in velvet, cloud of fresh fragrance, pearls and diamonds, confidently striding past your haters, twinkling chandeliers, watching the stars alone on a quiet balcony, deep conversations with complete strangers, feeling that this night will last forever

hangsang: sharp eyeliner and hoop earrings, blurry polaroids, driving with the squad downtown past midnight, fresh tattoos, when the bass is so loud you feel it in your chest, ripped jeans and fishnets, aftertaste of hard liquor and sweet lips, flickering neon signs, the glow of city skylines at night

airplane: backward baseball caps and bubblegum, lying in a field watching the clouds float by, oversized t shirts, the warm breeze on a sunday afternoon, radiating skin, wandering through the forest, paint splattered walls, empty buses, afternoon silhouettes and carefree thoughts

blue side: sketching on your front porch, freshly baked cookies, finding old photos in a shoebox at the back of your closet, sleepy smiles and baggy sweaters, lemonade stands, splashing your friends as you cross a creek, the faint sound of the radio coming from the kitchen, dripping ice cream cones, biking home under a pink sunset

a graduating senior's letter to freshman

tomorrow is my last day of high school. i guess it’s always been a tradition to give advice to freshman. when i try to think of just one solid line of advice, something that some scared 14 year old will hold onto for dear life until they are in my shoes in four years, it’s as if i’ve hopped on to a train that’s departing and i am screaming goodbye at the one’s i’m leaving behind. not once have i given someone a worthy goodbye. it always comes out in jumbled warnings and memories and wishes. but as my final day of high school lays ahead of me, i find myself on that train. i want to tell you to watch out for deadlines, and take more photos than you think you’ll need, and try new things even if you think you won’t like them. i’d tell you not to procrastinate, but in truth i just want you to learn to procrastinate well. don’t wait until the very last minute and end up turning in tear stained essays the morning following the night you spent rid with anxiety and feelings of worthlessness. turn in essays you write after you ditched studying to go driving around with your friends, essays that are filled with passion and too much conviction. always remember that what you get out of life is what you put into it. do not spend each day wishing for the next. you have to be there, so you might as well want to. i wish for you to love people with everything you’ve got, and then let them break you into a million tiny pieces, just so you know what it’s like. i wish for you to put up walls higher than the wall of china, and watch as one person single handedly breaks them down with just a few words. embrace every single thing that comes your way in the next four years, good and bad. embrace the positive and the negative, because you will learn from both. accept that the next four years are the only years when you will be surrounded by hundreds of people who are studying the same things as you, dealing with the same types of stress, are as much as they may hide it, are looking for support the same way you are. be that support for people. let other people be that support for you. and most importantly, be hungry. be hungry for growth, and success, and passion, and knowledge. remember that you are in no way required to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago. people say that high school is the time for finding yourself, but somehow i managed to lose myself more every day. cherish that, let yourself be constantly growing and constantly changing. realize that you will never find yourself and be happy with that thought, because to find yourself would mean that you had become stagnant. there are parts of your experience that are going to make you feel so numb, and you will settle with being stagnant and you will settle with feeling betrayed by your peers or your family or yourself. those times will come, but those times will also pass, and they are not worth letting the world break you. do not let the world make you hard, because you are beautiful and young and full of potential that you may or may not see right now. realize your own strengths, and do not dwell on the strengths of others. you are unique, you are important, and no matter what anyone tells you, the world needs you. 

these four years are short, so make it count.