The super professional setup of my tablet on my laptop in my lap, usually listening to let’s plays or music.
I use firealpaca and a little blue wacom intuos pen and touch tablet, get’s the job done. (◍ ´꒳` ◍)b
Bet you’d be surprised to know i get back pains.
The ones I’ve been in have commonly had an event on the last day where you write to your group members as a farewell thing. They’re always uplifting and you get to keep them for when you need some positivity in your life.
Bad things about summer camp:
Never being certain if they meant what they wrote because it was a group event and they wouldn’t write bad things under the scrutiny of the camp counselors.
When they write something cool about you but also you know it’s entirely false So you’re conflicted
hEY! So this is just how I keep my loose leaf notes!! I use them for 3 subjects: History, Social Studies and Chemistry because these are the only subjects that I don’t have a specific notebook for. I compile them in a ring binder/ring file & used dividers to easily differentiate my subjects :-) I also won’t lose my notes that way and can flip through easily + since it’s a binder I don’t have to worry about space (bc I should be able to fit quite a thick stack of paper in it! c:)
Initially, I put my notes in a clear file before filing everything in to prevent any damage but I realised I didn’t have enough & would have to keep buying a lot of them, so I gave up on that idea and put all of those behind my notes hahaha.
ps don’t mind the messy background!! I’ve yet to take down the mindmaps I put up on my wall & clean everything up. Maybe i’ll repaint my room & rearrange the decor to make it look tidier ;-;
My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love. My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love.
Give me love like never before.
I sit on my bed, staring straight at the creme-colored wall of my bedroom opposite of my bed. My eyes have lost the redness and puffiness from crying, the tears now long dried onto the flushed skin of my cheeks.
Every time I see his face flash across my mind, I take a swing of the odd yet effective combination of Vodka, beer, Whiskey, and Rum mixed together into the glass beer bottle. In the other hand, I hold what I think to be my eighth cigarette, and I’m gripping onto both objects as if they were the only things that were keeping me alive.
Come to think of it, they probably are. Every time I think of him, the heavy cloud of emotions that is suspended over me crashes down onto me, threatening to suffocate me under the ruthless, painful memory. The substance of alcohol I hold and a long drag from the nicotine seems to be the only thing that can fix it.
Here’s my secret altar. It’s currently my permanent one as I’m stuck at home sharing a bunk bed with very little private space. I’m on the top bunk so I hung a small triangle shelf. I need to clean my walls again, though.
where is your stuff!!!! where do you keep it?!! your room looks fucking SOULLESS and devoid of personality a string of lights and a plant does not make a livable or comfortable space
im 24 and almost always have a clean room and? my walls are plastered in posters and pictures, i decorate my walls w jewelry i’ve made, i have funky and bizarre decorations and trinkets, 4 succulent plants, and a massive rock/crystal collection
and honestly i’ve never felt more at home or at ease. blank walls r scary and minimalist bedrooms look like hospital rooms. idfk what y'all get out of this aesthetic at all