life in publishing

Tagged by the lovely @hacash - sorry this is late!

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  • my wallet
  • a book which i keep telling myself i’ll read during transit, except i usually spend that time catching up on fanfic/fandom stuff. right now it’s the reluctant fundamentalist.
  • tiny packets of kunkumam and turmeric. i usually get these while leaving a relative’s house, stuff it in my bag and then completely forget about them
  • a kajal stick
  • emergency contact lenses

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • shelves full of (mostly xeroxed) psychiatry/psychology textbooks that i’ve barely cracked
  • an almost-always overflowing laundry basket (and yet i insist on doing the washing only on sundays… what the hell, self)
  • little stashes of ‘study snacks’
  • a radio
  • a truly impressive collection of handbags, accumulated over the last several years

Five things I want to do with my life:

  • work abroad 
  • publish something - both in the academic sphere and out of it
  • travel everywhere and eat all the food
  • bring up children and vainly hope they don’t resent me
  • become at least halfway proficient at applying makeup

Five things I’m into right now:

  • rizwan ahmed (i see no end to this rabbit hole in the near future)
  • roguejedi
  • bipolar disorders in general
  • watching beautifully crafted videos on filmmaking and cinematography
  • hindi/english pop mashups on youtube

Five things on my to-do list:

  • prepare for my MRCPsych exams
  • get a decent haircut
  • get to reading extra-curricular stuff once again

Five things people may not know about me:

  • for a long while back in med school i wanted to become an oncologist (yes, it was the emperor of all maladies’ fault)
  • i haven’t seen snow in over seven years
  • although i like reading romance, i’m not a terribly romantic person; romantic gestures make me nervous. my husband, as it turns out, is a huge romantic.
  • i’ve lost most of my interest in cricket. :( can’t remember the last time i saw a full match. (i could once recite entire scorecards from memory)
  • i’m 6 weeks pregnant

not tagging anyone in particular :) if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

5 things meme

I got tagged by @ponyfireworks!

5 things you’ll find in my bag

  • phone, wallet, keys etc.
  • a kiitoitori notepad
  • different types of pens (ink, gel-ink etc.)
  • a tapioca-sama pocket mirror
  • a foldable umbrella from Japan

5 things in my room

  • a baymax desk lamp
  • a haru, rin, and makoto dakimakura
  • a tiny basketball hoop
  • an osomatsu-san towel
  • one of those samezuka brown paper bags…

5 things i’ve always wanted to do in my life

  • publish a novel
  • live in manchester
  • stay at the donal duck room at disneyland tokyo
  • go on a roadtrip in the states
  • have great abs

5 things that i’m currently into

  • Final Fantasy XV
  • our upcoming trip to Seoul in May
  • making money
  • getting rid of my stuff
  • co-op FPS with my friends

5 things on my to-do list

  • sorting through all my crap
  • editing a podcast
  • buying tofu
  • fixing my exercise routine
  • getting rid of this cough / cold

5 things you may not know about me

  • FFVII was my first big fandom obsession
  • i still remember an obscene amount of sailormoon trivia
  • i get super competitive with team sports
  • i didn’t read harry potter till i was 19
  • crows zero changed my entire life

aaand i tag @gatoraid, @drugsforaddicts, @lollipopocoaster, @amaehonne, @harunaattori, @tamucist, @shapyblue, @linkylex, @lazyshark, @g-script, @catjoshi, @strawberries-in-december, @lostlegendaerie, @gettinglostinneverland, @matsuoka-lin, @aenya and uh… okay whoever wants to do this this is getting long lmao

All I want for Christmas is me. 
I want myself back. 
The me that laughed the whole day without the sad undertone. 
The me that walked careless in the streets of the city and just thought about the next dress I will buy.
The me that slept 8 hours straight every night.
The me that wrote poems about the happy things in life and played piano with so much passion and love.
I won’t ask for much this Christmas.
I won’t even wish for snow, and I
I’m just gonna keep on waiting.
I’m gonna wait for the true me to come back.
The me before you.
—  All I want for Christmas is me.

I’m freaking out over the Instagram photo of Phichit catching Victor and Yuuri in a topless hug and looks overcome with jealousy but why isn’t anyone mentioning literally right after that

That when the skaters area all hanging out together that there’s another skater between Yuuri and Phichit and

Victor literally has Yuuri in the most possessive hug imaginable. With Phichit in front of them. And Yuuri separated by another skater from Phichit.

I can’t believe we get canon jealous/ possessive Victor yall

And it makes my heart flutter, the way that I can make you laugh like that. I always want to be that for you; the person who can make you toss your head back and chuckle like an innocent school boy.
—  Graying Hair and Glasses-Covered Eyes
I just want one person to fight for me. To make me feel like I’m worth never letting go. I need someone to fight for me so selflessly and passionately; so much so, I can feel it through the universe. I want someone to hold on tight to me, because they know I’m worth it, the way I know I’m worth it.
—  Treka L. House

[ beat you up and beat you down ! ]

– one day they’ll say the throne was made for me.

[ a guzma fanmix with a rock-influenced sound ]


( content warnings: cursing and mentions of violence throughout, alcohol mentions in track 8 )

{1. come on, come on - jet | {2. little cream soda - the white stripes | {3. uncontainable - set it off | {4. breaking the model - new medicine | {5. throne - bring me the horizon | {6. underdog - you me at six | {7. the young & the hopeless - good charlotte | {8. forever stuck in our youth - set it off | {9. i need the world - down with webster | {10. breathe, desperately - from indian lakes

And maybe I was never in love with you. I just craved the feeling. I wanted to be in love so badly. And more importantly I wanted someone who is in love with me too. I wanted someone who will be there for me when everybody else left. Someone who will make me always laugh and when he makes me cry once he will stay after our fight. He will stay. He will be there. For me.
I wanted someone like that.
But now I realized that I don’t need you for that. I have friends. I have people who care about me even when we don’t have a relationship. I don’t need you. I don’t need to be in love.
—  I just wanted to feel that feeling

Okay but like, just consider:

-Jess opens up a publishing house in Stars Hollow for the Aesthetic
-And the town still basically hates him but
-Rory visits every time she comes back to town
-And they’re just friends
-They swear
-Only somehow they end up being really great friends?
-And they never really go for it again because they have a good thing going
-Jess doesn’t hold back when he thinks she’s going off the rails
-But he’s still her biggest goddamn cheerleader in the whole world
-Like, maybe Lorelai beats him out on the title?
-But he’s behind the scenes making sure she knows she can do whatever the fuck she wants
-And Luke cannot understand why in the world Jess would make a home in Stars Hollow
-And Jess never really tells him exactly why
-But it’s mostly because he wants to be close to Luke
-Rory being around is just the icing on the cake
-“Luke, do you understand how well this place suits me? I get to be the weird loner guy-” “Wait, no, we already have one of those, I think he trademarked it.” “-and people leave me alone, and this place is a MADE UP PLACE no one believes me when I talk about it-.” “You voluntarily talk to people?” “Luke I sell things for a living. The point is Stars Hollow is so ridiculous people want to buy books from me like this is Greenwich Village in the fifties.” “I don’t understand that reference.”
-And like, Jess and Lorelai come to a truce. And they’re not great friends or anything, but sometimes when Luke drags him to town meetings he and Lorelai sit on either side of Luke and talk under their breath the whole time and a few times they make each other laugh
-Luke pretends not to be overjoyed
-Jess having a family
-Jess being moderately happy in Stars Hollow
-Jess having a group of friends who wander into Stars Hollow every so often to talk and write and be weird and artsy together and mystified by this town
-And Jess and Rory having drinks and talking about their lives and just supporting the shit out of each other


if you’re looking to add to your poetry collection…

I have been feeling it lately. The feeling of anxiety caused by anticipation and expectation. The feeling that’s worse than the butterflies that I sometimes feel inside my stomach. The feeling that I might fail in something I’ve spent so much time on. That failure would set half of my soul into flames. But I’d rather risk failure than to be the person that I don’t want to be. Because I’d rather choose to listen to my heart and believe in what it always says that no force in this universe can stop me from achieving my dream.
—  Juansen Dizon // Intuition 

This is probably the only time I’m ever going to say this:

Everyone in Real Life Westminster REALLY needs to listen to Ollie here.

Because yeah.

But since I find it impossible to let Ollie have the last word just because he’s actually, you know, MASSIVELY RIGHT about something (for once), here’s Malcolm being OUTRAGED! at Helen’s carelessness in the form of his old obsession with clowns

and an apparent new obsession with inferno Nicola in a Zumba class

while being as sarcastic as is humanly possible

which obviously is just a wee bit horribly mean and hypocritical of him since of course he did totally set Helen up in the first place with the visible notes and the swarming hack pack; but on the other hand, he was only able to do that

because she really IS *way* more clueless than an adult in politics in Westminster has any right to be in the age of powerful digital lenses.

Except actually I guess she isn’t since the exact same thing keeps happening to Real Life ministers and spads. And sure, a few are intentional (Hello Malcolm), most definitely aren’t which is a striking reminder how some lessons will clearly never EVER be learned – even if they’re repeated with an almost startling regularity.

And those who have treated you bad in the past, don’t want to hear how strong  you are now after everything they put you through. Putting you down or treating you second was not an act of theirs to make you stronger. But you will always show them that life is about experiences and experiences make you who you are today. And karma is the result of what you put back in the world, so make it count and make it right. And strength comes from your ability to let go and move on to a place where happiness and love can be shared with people that appreciate your time and your value your journey.
The more you keep on just living your own life, the more you will keep on proving them wrong.

Joanna Strafford 

I’ve never been a home, only a hotel.
I have graffiti lining the walls of my own heart;
the warnings portrayed by those who have
stayed there before those ahead. Every last
piece of furniture inside has been upturned in
a desperate attempt to find where my own
pride is stationed. This room is a murder scene,
you know. My collarbones have reached up
and sliced through the jugular of those I’ve kissed.
I’ve dug my fingernails into the stone spines of
those who never deserved to be engraved with
my false passion. I’ve injected heartbreak into the
arms of those I was fully aware would become

And yet, I have the nerve to place flowers upon
the graves I dig for those I promised life. I have
the audacity to expect to be treated like a queen
when all I have known is the reign as a dictator.

I apologize to those I’ve given roses and left
thorns on the stems. I apologize for the promises,
and lack of following through. I’ve for too long
pressed my burdens to those who carry their
own. I never meant to become one myself.

And honestly, I apologize for what you’re about
to leap into.

—  a warning you need to hear // Haley Hendrick