I worked a 10 hour (actual working time) split Saturday and then worked 3-finish last night and i have 5 splits this week. FIVE. I am so tired already. but omg such good money and splits make my petrol go further.
I get home and its dark and as I reach for the door handle and a massive huntsman decides that that is the opportune moment to slide down on his web right in front of my face and scare me half to death and tbh he was right and I took a good ten minutes before I tried to get inside after that
me: "*pours 12th cup of earl grey*"
You are iron. And you are strong.
written by n.t. (via gnothyself)
I also want to watch more French films that contain high amounts of nudity
I just wanna get drunk and play monopoly
There’s so much stuff I want to do with my life. I have this infinite potential. People have always believed in me and I always took my abilities for granted. Not in that I didn’t appreciate them, but in that I didn’t have the same faith in them that other’s showed. Like my own disbelief has held me back.
But I’m just, I’m ready to be successful. I’m going to learn Indonesian. I’m going to go back to uni and become absorbed in study and get High Distinctions and develop ties with lecturers and I’m going to do art for On Dit and tutor again and maybe start to learn German. And I’m going to travel endlessly and work overseas and I’m going to do research in biochemistry or genetics or virology or microbiology and I’m going to be as educated as I can be and I’m going to become a teacher and help students and be a science coordinator and set up holiday programs and be involved in a school community and I’m going to mentor refugees and I’m going to do an art degree and you know what it’s frustrating because I am so damn capable of doing all of this, I just need to be brave enough to attempt it.