sometimes i write stuff. this is one of those times

marinadiamandis: I don’t miss the travelling every day but I do miss meeting & seeing you all. Music has always been the way I felt connected with the world. I’ve enjoyed some of my time off but it has been really difficult sometimes to be honest. I hope I emerge as a better, balanced person who has her health in check. I’ve been suffering from fatigue for a long time and I’m just starting the process of getting to the bottom of it. Just wanted to write to those of you who follow my music to say that I am songwriting, (always am) but I take breaks in between writing trips to rest and do other stuff (Um… Did someone say FLORISTRY course?) I’d really like to write a blog post about some other topics but it’s a big one so I’ll leave it for another time. Lots of love + luck. You all give my life joy and it’s an honour to be a small part of your lives. 🌷Marina xxx

“I don’t miss the travelling every day but I do miss meeting & seeing you all. Music has always been the way I felt connected with the world. I’ve enjoyed some of my time off but it has been really difficult sometimes to be honest. I hope I emerge as a better, balanced person who has her health in check. I’ve been suffering from fatigue for a long time and I’m just starting the process of getting to the bottom of it. Just wanted to write to those of you who follow my music to say that I am songwriting, (always am) but I take breaks in between writing trips to rest and do other stuff (Um… Did someone say FLORISTRY course?) I’d really like to write a blog post about some other topics but it’s a big one so I’ll leave it for another time. Lots of love + luck. You all give my life joy and it’s an honour to be a small part of your lives. 🌷Marina xxx” (via Instagram)

I don’t miss the travelling every day but I do miss meeting & seeing you all. Music has always been the way I felt connected with the world. I’ve enjoyed some of my time off but it has been really difficult sometimes to be honest. I hope I emerge as a better, balanced person who has her health in check.
I’ve been suffering from fatigue for a long time and I’m just starting the process of getting to the bottom of it. Just wanted to write to those of you who follow my music to say that I am songwriting, (always am) but I take breaks in between writing trips to rest and do other stuff (Um… Did someone say FLORISTRY course?) I’d really like to write a blog post about some other topics but it’s a big one so I’ll leave it for another time. Lots of love + luck. You all give my life joy and it’s an honour to be a small part of your lives. 🌷Marina xxx

Memories Lost

A Soukoku Fic

WARNING: Contains graphic depictions of violence and self-harm and is potentially scary (it’s a horror AU).

Summary:  The first thing Dazai saw when he opened his eyes was a set of blue eyes looking into his. They trembled slightly like an ocean of worries. A man he didn’t recognize was leaning over him, a hopeful smile slipping on his face when their eyes met. Who was this man? Did he know this man? Was he supposed to? Who was he himself exactly? Where were they? What were they doing there?
He didn’t know anything. Only his own name. “Who are you?”

For Soukoku Week Day 5: Horror

I’d like to thank my amazing betareaders @fraink5-writes, @madrvbbit,  and @soiledsorrow! Thanks a bunch!

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Sheith family pt2

@lordzuuko okay so, here’s second one? :’) sorry for the lateness – AGAIN. anyway, i love this family, i should write more, ughhh. (my lazy ass prob will take another few months lol)

sheith. voltron family au. words: 1267


Do insecurities ever leave?

Sometimes, it feels like those never existed, but a lot of times it has crawled back with sharp nails, scratching his insides until it bleeds – Leaning back to the chair, he stares his computer, a frown lining his features. He hates thinking things too deeply, digging into depressing stuffs. It’s just…depressing. Annoying. Frustrating.

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anonymous asked:

malec headcannon: its 30 yrs from now. alec still insists on washing dishes by hand. sometimes magnus portals back from his high warlock stuff and alec is in sweatpants, vacuuming the apartment and humming.

yes yes, i can definitely see both of them doing the dishes the non-magical way unless they’re exhausted or it’s one of those ‘we haven’t seen each other for more than 5 minutes at a time in the last week’ kinda evening where dishes are the absolute last thing on their mind. some days it’s a quiet thing, just the two of them getting this little domestic task done while standing shoulder by shoulder, sharing warm looks and familiar smiles. other days it’s fun, it’s laughter, it’s bubbles all over the place, it’s them taking an hour to wash two pans, their plates and their cutlery because they keep joking around instead of actually doing the dishes. 

but also i see your alec vacuuming and humming, and i raise you: magnus and alec, vacuuming, mopping the floor, dusting off the chandeliers while dancing around and singing along to their 80s playlist. again, having more fun than actually being productive. i’m talking alec using the floor mop as a mic stand as he shouts the lyrics to it’s raining men. i’m talking magnus jamming out to we build this city as he pretends to play guitar using the duster. i’m talking a grand duet of nothing gonna stop us now as they clean the windows, both of them smiling like fools as they look at each other at the part where the song goes “and if this world runs out of lovers, we’ll still have each other”. i’m talking them finishing up, magnus being pulled to the middle of the living room by alec before he has a chance to sit down just as i wanna dance with somebody starts playing through the speakers, and they end they end up dancing around the loft for the next half hour, sharing laughter and quick breathless kisses, before collapsing on the sofa side by side. it might have taken them all day to clean 1.7 rooms, but as they sit there, both of them exhausted but so so happy, smiling at each other, none of them can even begin to care that they didn’t get around to visit that place where they had planned to eat dinner. because right then and there, they wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else in the world.

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Marina on Instagram: “I don’t miss the travelling every day but I do miss meeting & seeing you all. Music has always been the way I felt connected with the world. I’ve enjoyed some of my time off but it has been really difficult sometimes to be honest. I hope I emerge as a better, balanced person who has her health in check.
I’ve been suffering from fatigue for a long time and I’m just starting the process of getting to the bottom of it. Just wanted to write to those of you who follow my music to say that I am songwriting, (always am) but I take breaks in between writing trips to rest and do other stuff (Um… Did someone say FLORISTRY course?) I’d really like to write a blog post about some other topics but it’s a big one so I’ll leave it for another time. Lots of love + luck. You all give my life joy and it’s an honour to be a small part of your lives. 🌷Marina xxx”

What I’m Writing

Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by @fragile-teacup @weconqueratdawn and @wraithsonwingsposts thank you so much lovelies!

Actively working on in some way:

Long Flights Can Be Torture: A giveaway fic for @wraithsonwingsposts (which should have been done months ago but she was super understanding about being derailed by Radiance!) It’s based on her prompt so I don’t want to give away more than the title until she gets to read it. Suffice it to say that it’s been a really fun challenge to work with this cheeky prompt, and it should be finished soon!

Untitled “Ladies of Hannibal” fic: This S4 fic starts off with the events of TWOTL told from Chiyoh’s perspective and will eventually flow through to Hannibal and Will’s recovery. It will also be written from Will’s perspective as he wakes up and needs to confront his choices and feelings post-fall, while also finding himself confronted by Chiyoh’s watchful and wary eye. I’m going to post the first few chapters of this potentially longer fic for the Ladies of Hannibal week. This piece was actually the first thing I ever started writing for Hannibal after a terribly long writers block so it has a really special place in my heart. BUT it’s been languishing on the back-burner.  The Ladies of Hannibal Challenge was a perfect opportunity to brush it off and keep going with it :)

Unnamed Kinky Birthday Fic for @idonthaveyourappetite : Not going to give too much away…only what my lovely murder bestie already knows…Will’s old familiar restlessness and irritability have been mounting for days and he’s secretly craving the way Hannibal can help him turn his brain off…time for Will to swallow his pride and ask for what he needs.

“Flippy Room-Destroying Murder Porn” Collaborative Fic:  @idonthaveyourappetite and I will be writing another fic together soon!  It won’t exactly be a sequel but it will be in the same universe as our previous collaborative fics Blood Will Have Blood, Every Day Forever, and La Petite Mort (but just like the others, it can stand alone). Without spilling the beans, I think the title tells you a lot ;P It’s more of our murder husbands revelling in first-times and discovering how all of their power struggles can be worked out with sex…with more than a little blood thrown in the mix this time ;)

More stuff in the “Mind palace stage” right now….

Post-Apocalyptic AU: Looking forward to mashing together my love of Hannigram and Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian fiction! This is just in the idea stage right now, but I’m really excited about it. What better place to find our boys than in a world where the rules have been turned on their head and now come purely from your own making?

Dark Tower/Hannigram AU:  This is an idea I’ve had kicking around for a while because I love both The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King and Hannigram SO VERY MUCH, but I’m not sure if this will ever get off the ground.  I may mash it together with my post-apocalyptic AU idea because they definitely dove-tail.

Faustian Immortals AU:  I’ve been toying with a few different ideas surrounding Hannibal and/or Will being immortal and exploring a variety of Faustian themes.  I had originally conceived of it as a Victorian vampire fic…and it may stay that way…but I may make it less literal and just go with a bundle of non-specific preternatural traits as a backdrop to exploring these themes.

Tristhad Smut:  I know I missed Tristhad week (Radiance Anthology completely consumed me!) but I’m going to do some Tristhad smut sometime…those two are just too hot and I can’t pass it up. 

Of course, there’s always more ideas (and LOTS more on the collaborative front that I’m not giving away), but these are the ones that are most likely to fly.  

Tagging…ANYONE who wants to share of course, but also @idonthaveyourappetite @hotsauce418 @jadegreenworks @apoptoses @hannibalnuxvomica @victorineb  @thesilverqueenlady @desperatelyseekingcannibals @slashyrogue @pka42 @ishipthemsogoddamnhard @purplesocrates @redfivewritingby @theseavoices @super-queer-hannibal-obsession @avegetariancannibal @blind-inviting-alleys @messy-scandinoodle @allionne You’ve already likely been tagged, but whatever :)

‘A One Time Thing’ mini fic. (Post fic, pre-epilogue.)  
I dunno what this is but I wrote it a few months ago because there was this image that wouldn’t get out of my head. And there are questions in my inbox that I haven’t answered because I suck, so have this to tide you over until I get to those. 
(Untitled because I couldn’t think of anything.) 

            She wakes up quickly, and it takes her a minute to realize why.

            There are soft whimpers coming from down the hall, and she sighs. She’s so ready for these nightmares to stop. She shifts, sitting up to go to Aidan when Killian stirs behind her.

            “What’s wrong?” he mumbles.

            “Aidan’s having a nightmare again. Go to sleep, I’ll handle it,” she tells him. He grabs her arm and she turns to him.

            “I’ll get him. You need your rest,” he says, and he can barely keep his eyes open he’s so tired. She rolls her eyes at him.

            “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

            He smirks, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips, his hand falling to caress the slight swell of her stomach.

            “Go back to bed, Swan. I’ll take care of him.”

            As if on cue, Aidan lets out another cry, and Killian quickly gets up and makes his way out the door.

            She hears a weak Daddy? and her heart aches.

            And God but it’s one of her favorite things.

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(No one requested this, I just wanted to write it. Enjoy)

Kiliel + J. When words aren’t enough.


Sometimes there’s only so much words can express.

This is one of those times.

Tauriel looks at him and she just smiles. She doesn’t say anything; she already knows what he’s thinking. Kíli’s eyes are warm and soft and brown, more comforting than she ever thought someone’s eyes could ever be.

He takes her in his arms and kisses her softly, and her heart fills. They don’t need to say anything. She’s happy right here, right now, with him.

It was frustrating in their early days when he was all words and thoughts spilling out of his mouth like the river that ran through Mirkwood, and she was all soft glances and caresses and silent sighs. They had found balance now, in each other, but sometimes she still preferred the quiet moments.

And sometimes—she could tell he knew it too—some things were just too good for words. So she gave up thinking about them, and let Kíli’s love envelop her.


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anonymous asked:

Can you write one with #9 with Nate maloley

#9 “Goddamn, that’s one fine..”
I smiled at Nate from across the room. He’d been giving me these looks ever since I got here. And I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty hot. I made my way over to him quickly and leaned close to him, since it was so loud.

“Wanna dance with me?”

He nods. I grab his hand and he follows close behind me tot he group of people dancing. Immediately I can tell he’s a good dancer. The entire time we’re dancing, we’re touching each other somewhere. Sometimes it’s just holding hands, sometimes we’re body to body, and I can feel every hard part of him. And trust me, every part of him is hard.

I try not to moan out loud when his hand slowly slides down my back and grips my ass. He says into my ear, “Goddamn, that’s one fine ass.”

I can’t help but laugh and say, “Yours ain’t so bad either, papi.”

I find it hilarious but the look on his face tells me he’s completely serious now. He brings me closer and tips my chin up with his finger, planting his lips on mine. It quickly becomes heated and soon we’re both dragging each other out of the crowd to find an empty bedroom.

Once we get there he slams the door shut and we’re all over each other. He gently pushes me onto the bed and hovers over the top of me, still covering my neck and shoulders in kisses. I pull his shirt off and start to mess with his pants, but struggle with the belt. He pulls my hands away and makes quick work of it, then simply pushes my dress up and takes my panties off, leaving o everything I’m wearing.

“Condom?” I ask. I want him so badly, but I’m also not ready to be a mother.

“Of course,” he says breathlessly and pulls one out of his back pocket.

“Were you expecting this?” I ask.

“Not really, but I’ve wanted you for a while now.”

I smile at him, liking that he’s sort of had a crush on me. “Put it on, quickly.”

He quickly unpackages it and slips and on, then slides inside me, making us both moan loudly. It feels so full, but so fucking good. Just feeling him move a couple times has already made me close.

“Nate!”

“You like that, Ma?”

All I can do is moan in response. It’s do much better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’ve been with a few other guys, but they didn’t even compare.

Without warning, I explode, and I’m sent into a daze, I can feel myself writhing, and grinding on him, but  can’t even speak or open my eyes, it’s so strong. It takes me a minute… or 10, I’m not really sure, to come out of it. When I do Nate’s laying next to me, half on top of me with his arm around my side.

I pull my dress back down and adjust us so we’re under the sheets. I still have on my shoes, so I slip those of quickly before getting comfortable with Nate again.

“We should do this again sometime,” he mumbles. I can tell he’s already partially sleep. I’m pretty tired too, after that.

“Mhmm,” I say and nod, Nate’s head in the crook of my neck. We drift off to sleep like that, more satisfied than ever.

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A/N:

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. This one took me forever to write because idk I just couldn’t figure out what sounded good and how to word it and stuff. Plus, with my driver’s training and volleyball stuff, I’m busy at the time I usually write everyday, and I don’t have much time to just sit anymore. But yah, hope everyone liked it, especially the requester. I actually had 2 other people request this same one but since it’s so versatile I’m doing them. I liked this one, especially my comment on Nate’s ass cause tbh it’s better than mine. I also made him put on a condom because safe sex is important!! Don’t forget that! But let’s be real if I wanted babies with anyone (which I don’t), it’d be with Nate.

Peace,
Shay.

forestwater87  asked:

I'm sorry you're not feeling great :( If it helps you're one of my inspirations/idols/people I'm jealous of, and every time we interact I get legit stars in my eyes. You're funny, your writing packs an emotional punch I'm still recovering from, you have such a good grasp of character that I can't /not/ hear their voices when I read your stuff, you have fantastic ideas, and you're just an all-around Cool Person. People come to you for advice/approval for a reason. And that reason is talent. <3

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Aaaaa thank you so much ;; Sometimes I just get those annoying little moments where I don’t feel like I’m actually all that great. I always know it’s the anxiety talking, but ahhh, it talks so loud and it gets to me….

So it really means a ton when people say stuff like this and reassure me that my anxiety is just that and that they really do like me ;; <3 Thanks again.

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The Kabby fandom is the nicest fandom I’ve ever been in and is full of wonderful, talented, sweet and lovely people. I want to be friends with all of you.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank all the Kabby fanfic writers, you guys spoil us with your amazing stories, ideas, thoughts and words. Your skills are truly appreciated. So, THANK YOU for taking the time to write all those stories that make us smile, cry, laugh, and sometimes, want to kill you, hate you and love you at the same time.
You are all incredible, every single one of you.
We love you so much.
THANK YOU! THANKS!!
GRACIAS!

  • Reita: continuing is the most difficult but also the most immportant thing. to finish and accomplish something makes you grow a great deal, more than anything.
  • Reita: of course I also have a lot of setbacks. 9 out of 10 times I fail. but achieving even one of my goals gives me confindence and leads to motivation for the next one. one step at a time. failure is natural. but I think, when you catch hold of one of your goals the world changes.
  • Ruki: *meeeltiiing*
  • Ruki: Rei-Chan is saying some serious stuff
  • Ruki: one thing I've never failed at would have to be the band, I guess
  • Ruki: being in a band is associated with so many things, but to keep going is what matters, you know
  • Ruki: something I failed at?...well, I failed but I didn't feel frustrated about it at the time so I don't remember.
  • Ruki: rather than failure it's stuff like mistakes and regrets that make me feel like I'm gonna lose it 🙉
  • Ruki: thoughts like "I should have done this, I should have done that" stay with me even after 10 years have passed and I can't turn back time.
  • Ruki: that's exactly what LIVES are. an endless series of "this is frustratig, I could have done more", one after another
  • Ruki: I'm writing all these serious things
  • but my head is melting away 👥
  • Ruki: the LIVES are fun! but it's something completely different to think whether I could or couldn't have done more.
  • Ruki: for example, sometimes you sing at school or something, right?
  • how did you feel about that?
  • Ruki: well, how about Karaoke?
  • Reita: let's totally go to Karaoke!
  • Ruki: let's all go and do a newsletter story on it, lol
  • Ruki: singing without Karaoke is awesome, huh lol
  • Ruki: singing in public is fun! sad songs and stuff at Karaoke.
  • apart from that, do you have those times when you listen to your favorite music and suddenly those lyrics are all about yourself and apply to your own life?
  • Ruki: you do, right? performers are those few steps ahead and write down their own uncontainable feelings and thoughts and present them on stage. that's why it's fun! but more than that it's about being able to express my lyrics well enough. it's important for me to be able to put my feelings into them.
  • Ruki: in my 2nd year of junior high school I was standing in the rain without an umbrella, getting wet and I listened to X and looked up at the sky, that's why I'm sure the work I'm doing now is my calling.
  • Ruki: when people who are in a band go to Karaoke they start with a soundcheck #stuffthathappens
  • Ruki: we're on tour soooon? what should we play?

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I wanted to write my own grimoire or at least start one but I have no clue where to begin! I was wondering what sort of book i should get or what exactly goes into one?

A Grimoire can be anything from a leather bound book made from the skin of the damned and written in the blood of your enemies to a composition book you bought from the dollar tree. And as for what goes into it. Anything you think will help you in your craft, correspondences, different spells you come across, different scripts, interactions with spirits, etc.

Sparrow

I wanted to add on from experience; don’t write your grimoire as if you are going to give it to someone else. I did this for the LONGEST time, because I wanted a younger witch to have it one day. This made it something that I never use. Make it for yourself. Put in stuff you’ll actually use. I also recommend using a binder with pages you can take out, because sometimes you’ll put something in there you realize down the road you didn’t actually need, or you’ll want to rearrange. Also, phone grimoires are AWESOME. Especially for those who have to stay discreet.

~terebinth

My current grimoire is just a regular school binder at the moment. Binders are nice to start with because you can easily add, remove, and rearrange it. I recommend creating a sort of ‘rough draft’ of your grimoire this way, work on it as much as you can and once it feels about right you can copy it into something nicer like a leatherbound journal. Or just keep the binder if you’re indecisive like me. There are grimoire challenges here on Tumblr that give suggestions on what to write by day, week and month. Check out Grimoire Challenge, there’s suggestions, examples and other things there. Here are the past challenges over the last few months. Hope this helps!

-Copper

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anonymous asked:

How do you get yourself out of writer's block?

Writing.

That is how I get myself out of writer’s block, I write. 

This can mean a few things. 

It can mean I spend three hours staring at the wall, lamenting about the cruelties of my brain just not giving me the goddamn words to write this goddamn story until I finally get some words down or it means switching to another project (and sometimes it means bouncing between ten different stories until I find one that I click with in that moment) or it means writing random words/sentences until something makes sense or it means I start blabbering on about anything and everything (which usually leads to about 2983 words of useless nonsense that I just put under my deleted scenes heading).

Sometimes this is me:

It also helps that I don’t let a day go by that I don’t at least write 1000 words. At least. That is my minimum, and that’s a very low, gracious minimum, ya’ll. It’s easy to reach for me, which means I can’t make any goddamn excuses.

And when the flow is going, I don’t stop. I barely stop to pee.

Morpheus knows:

And this is just important to remember because it’s true as hell:

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve hit brick walls just because of some weird fear. Sometimes it’s because a story didn’t get that many comments, or because I got feedback I perceived as negative, or because I don’t think I’ll ever be as good as what I wrote the day before.

You just gotta keep writing, even if it’s all blibbity blah nonsense.

But, the good news? I’ve discovered that in those blibbity blah nonsense modes, I have written some really cool stuff that I use later in a story, or even in an entirely different story. 

Something I thought was shit one day is gold the next.

(Random note: Delete nothing, not ever. I keep everything I write, especially when I do rewrites.)

And this is just good to remember too:

Just write something, every single day.

It doesn’t matter if it’s crappy or if it’s not on what you think you’re supposed to be writing, just write. And always remember, your first draft? Is not the final draft. What you put down on paper doesn’t mean that’s what you’re going to post. Some days you write the story exactly as you want it, and others you write something that is so far from what you wanted that you need to get through four drafts before it’s postable.

Just write, man, write every single damn day.

he’s the boy you don’t hear of much;
he’s the boy with the blood stained fists,
and the black eye.
you see him in the local club,
drinking quickly from the glass in his hand
with a raged expression on his face.

you see him after a fight;
he just won but you cannot remember his name,
it seems like no one can remember his name.
it’s a shame.
it was obvious at one point,
no one forgot his name.

he was once the best of people.
if the dullness of his green eyes are looked past,
one might still see his old passion,
and the happiness he once had.
it was obvious that there was a time,
this boy burned so brightly.

though, things pass.
people are forgotten.
people forget themselves.
others do say that the loss of a loved one,
can lead to unimaginable things.
and sometimes those things are forgotten.

—  his name was achilles. (t.j.c)
sometimes

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—- Sometimes, just sometimes, I feel your skin against my teeth and I see the lives of a hundred poets, their words, dripping down your back as we breathe in sync. Sometimes, just sometimes, I hear you say my name and it sounds like every single love song ever written, notes ringing out along my bones as you splay your fingers across my ribs and carve yourself into me, so I can feel you even when you aren’t right there, right next to me. 

“Come back to bed…” I’d whisper, I'd plead into the empty space that used to be you. But your voice would always answer, echoing down the hall, you already tugging your shirt over your back, pants hanging low around your hips. 

“I have to get back to the dorms—-" 

It’d be a mess if anyone found out

It’s the words we both leave unsaid that sting the most, the secrets tucked beneath our tongues when we kiss, promising each other forever’s that can't possibly be real. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, it tastes like dying when you breathe out and I breathe in and you trail your hands along my cheek with a goodbye that had been said too many times already, so many times that it starts to sound like nothing

"See you tomorrow?” It shouldn’t be a question, but it always is because the answer, even though you always say yes, is never certain. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, I’d close my eyes after the door clicks shut and convince myself that none of it is worth it, none of the waiting and praying and wishing on stars that always fell too fast, so fast it never quite caught my wishes in time. 

Sometimes, I’m afraid that it’ll be the last time you’ll ever leave because you won’t ever come back again. And the thing that kills me is that one day, someday, I’ll be right.

inspiringstudies  asked:

hello! I have a test tomorrow (and of course i procrastinated) so i was wondering do you have any tips for me?

oh gosh, i have some tips! 

  • writing down stuff is good for memory, so try to do this with any notes you have
  • try your best to stay focused today and review the basic concepts
    • if you try to review everything you’re going to burn out quickly
  • drink lots of water to keep yourself hydrated
  • get at least a few hours of sleep 
    • pulling an all-nighter might be an option, but sometimes those can turn out very badly
  • during the exam, try your best not to panic 
    • go through it slow and answer what you can
    • when you’ve gone through all of those, go back to the ones you couldn’t answer the first time and work your way through them logically

good luck! 

anonymous asked:

hello, what do you do when you're sad or bored?

Well, first of all, there is no time to ever be bored!! Try to find value in everything that you do. I mean, there will be tedious paperwork & waiting rooms & stuff, but even then, u can search for excitement. Sometimes when I’m on a long train or bus ride I will just remember the fact that I’m alive & every sense that I have is overwhelming. Seeing colors & hearing subtle noises & just inhabiting a body at all. U should definitely never be bored during your free time!!! You can draw, write, read, clean, paint, sing, jump, learn an instrument, watch movies, create a movie, cook, shower, plant trees, run around outside, explore, play bball, talk to someone, & infinite other things. Those are just basic ones!!! U can also go online although I am realizing that the internet is pretty bad. If you start to lose interest in something, move on from it. Look for something that makes u feel purpose, I promise it’s out there!!! If ur sad, that’s ok. Sadness is important but don’t get lost in it. I think too many ppl just submerge themselves in the idea that they are ‘sad’ instead of trying to find ways out of it. It’s more immediately comfortable to accept the fact you are depressed & that’s just who you are & nobody can help you. However, you have to realize that it’s untrue & if you seriously attempt to get better, you can!! Acknowledge the fact that you’re not feeling good but also the fact that you can get past it. Take the rest of ur day to relax & try not to think very much. But then tell yourself that tomorrow is the point when things become different. Wake up early & make a list of things that u want/need to do. Lists are a very important thing for many people, even if it doesn’t seem significant. My grandpa still makes a list every single day & he has never procrastinated for his whole life & is still rly active and happy. He has almost lived for 100 years. Try new things. Move around the furniture in ur room. Take a walk during the late evening if u can. Go swing dancing on the weekend even if it seems scary & weird. Learn some cool skateboard tricks. Make someone else happy…u have that ability! This is literally the best time to do anything that you want. Have fun