the beautiful simple things

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma! Your studyblr and youtube channel have been very helpful, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a quick question, I easily get stressed out for exams and assignments since I really want to achieve my goals. How do you usually deal with stress? Also, do you have any tips and tricks to be successful in our studies for uni students? Thanks (:

Hi! Thank you so much! I am so excited to be posting more on YouTube so it means a lot! Here are a few tips that I find help with stress:

  • sleep - getting enough sleep can make a whole world of difference! Try aiming for between 7-8 hours a night. Setting yourself a bedtime routine can help settle you down and get all that beauty sleep!
  • stay hydrated - another thing that is so simple but makes a difference. I think the suggested amount is 8 glasses a day. This will help keep you alert, refreshed and focused. I also find having a cup of tea great haha! Must be the Britishness!
  • take some time out for yourself - do something that you enjoy! Reward yourself for doing all your homework or finishing that tough assignment. You could maybe dedicate an hour each day to doing something relaxing like journalling, reading, meditating. Whatever you fancy. (Sims or Netflix is my go to haha!!)
  • keep up with a self-care routine - this can include things like washing your face in a morning and on a night (I started doing this maybe 2 months ago and my skin has been great!), moisturising regularly, properly removing your makeup before bed. Remember to pamper yourself as well!
  • do something active - it doesn’t even have to be a full workout if you’re like me and hate exercise! Maybe just a walk around the block on a night, a quick pilates session following a YouTube video or playing with a ball in your back garden. There is so much research backing exercise as a stress reliever so try it out!
  • make time for your hobbies - when we’re busy it is easy to forget our hobbies. Don’t let that happen! Schedule some time each week for have that down time. 
  • be sociable - studying can easily take over if you let it but try to keep some time for your friends and family. Maybe a quick coffee, dinner out or a movie night are some great ways to see friends. Try avoid talking about school work and just have fun!
  • ask for help - if your stress could be eased by asking a teacher or friend for some guidance, do it. More than likely they’ll be willing to help you and either explain it in a way that makes sense or provide some tips for getting it right! Don’t keep it to yourself!
  • have a flexible schedule - if you’re planning out your time, remember not to over plan. If you set up an overly packed schedule, you’ll end up feeling more stressed if you’re getting behind. Instead set yourself goals for getting things done before a time. Don’t get wrapped up in the time limits however, if this scheduling doesn’t help you, try other things!
  • keep tidy - I find having a clean and tidy bedroom, bathroom and study space weirdly relaxing. I weirdly enjoy cleaning and organising. It helps me feel settled, is that odd? I usually clean my room properly once a room but will tidy up (just like 5 minutes) every day or few days.

Some other links that might help include:

Hope this helps! Best of luck with everything x

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what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.

what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully create replicas of any plant she saw.

and medusa was smart. ran from home, tucked up her hair so it looked short, made herself into a little boy. besides, they liked pretty boys. medusa at school with top grades, sending her unknowable stares at the other men. because the whole time she’s learning the planes of their faces, the way they look while they’re thinking, the slight twist of their hand that meant they were lying. 

medusa going home to sketch every little figure. comes to school in the morning with her hands caked in pottery clay. medusa learns. scrubs dirt on her face to mimic their planes. tilts her head the right way when she’s thinking. doesn’t twist her hand when she’s lying.

in her back yard, a little garden grows. statues of ceramic boys only three feet tall. at first, she can’t quite get the faces right. men are not the same as plants. there is something weird about the proportions she uses. medusa frowns.

she starts making animals instead for a bit, annoyed and disheartened. she’d always just been naturally good at it, and the fact she couldn’t just make something felt as if she’d lost her gift.

she makes cats and dogs and her neighbor’s birds and keeps going.

the snake wasn’t her favorite. he just wouldn’t leave her alone, so she gave up and let him sleep on her in the cold nights. besides, he was a small garden snake, couldn’t even bite her hard, just wanted a place of warmth. she let him rest on the angles of her shoulders, right near her neck, even if he sometimes forgot and held her too hard. that was okay. when she was little, she forgot too, sometimes, and shattered the slim walls of her pottery. the snake had a lot of growing up to do.

she loved no one. not because she was cold-hearted. just because it wasn’t something she wanted. she was busy with her artwork.

she chose an apprenticeship under a master craftsman. his sculptures made her breath stop. she was careful in the workshop, kept her things simple, kept her mouth shut. he called her stupid often. she would duck her head. sometimes she would make mistakes on purpose. all the while he only made sculptures of men. said there was no beauty in women. often made savage remarks about those they saw in the market.

and all the while, she watched him. she watched him and she went home and sketched. this is how his hands were when he made a vine. this is how they were when shaping a nose.

and her back yard garden would grow. little boys became her master, over and over and over, until she could get his jaw right. ceramic became sculpture.

he was who took her to athena’s temple. who shouted at her about how beautiful the statues were against her own. every week he’d come back and shame her. asked how the women there were smarter than the man she was supposed to be. medusa ducked her head and grit her teeth.

in her back yard, she made them. she made every god and goddess she’d seen in the city. her favorite was athena. she ached over her features. had spent so long in the world of men, was blinded by the beauty of women.

it was a black night. and medusa thought her master had left the temple before her. she loosened all the bindings that kept her from breathing. took her hair out. worshiped in peace. placed on athena’s alter a small and beautiful thing. the goddess, head tilted, thinking.

when he found medusa, what made him angry was not her small frame. it was the statute. a delicate thing. much better than the ones he had ever made.

he took it and snapped it in half. threw it deep in the temple’s well to rot. pulled her by her hair. demanded to know where it had come from.

medusa, angry, tired of hiding, tired of late nights and being a boy and pretending: medusa, athena-mad, spat on him. “I did it,” her voice is strong and full of hatred, “A woman made something better than a man could.”

He meant to kill her. To bash her head into the temple steps, claim it was an accident - or better yet, the spite of a god made flesh.

when he grabs her hair, the goddess bites back. athena, patron of creators, patron of the arts, patron of girls and those who are smart - she turns medusa’s hair into snakes. 

it is a quick little thing, darts out and draws blood, almost falls from her hair as a result. she catches the creature and runs, runs until she feels numb.

and what if - while her master is making up a story about poseidon and athena’s rage, explaining medusa’s back yard full of frozen men as being evidence of her evilness - what if medusa finds friends in blind women. and they teach her how to feel what she is seeing. how to use her hands with her eyes closed to make maps of whatever she holds. she starts with plants again. her snake is big now, and has babies. she moves on to their little wiggling forms, amused when they make tiny rings around her fingers. she does not live in a cave. she dresses as a man again, goes to market, sells her roses and vines and beautiful (simple) things. buys herself and the women a nice house out beyond all the noise of it. fills their garden with frozen men.

when the men come to kill her - because now her name is known, it is whispered, sticks in the throat - they don’t find her. they find a tall man who tells them: look in the mountains. when they don’t come back, it’s no fault of medusa’s. frankly, she thinks they should have brought more supplies than their swords into the deep woods. she’s not cruel. when they leave, she makes a statue of them, as her version of a memorial.

but one man is not like the others. he finds her with her hair down, humming, dancing around a marble stone. her snakes are warming in the sun.

medusa? he asks her. it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.

she is tired of being hunted. she just wants to make art. she waits for the sword point. but he hesitates. looks at her full in her face.

strikes a bargain. if she makes him a head for his shield, he will tell the others that she is good and dead. and he will sell her art to better patrons when he could - although he suggests at least hiding the signature she has with maybe a little less snake-like scrawl - he would make her name known.

but medusa knows men. knows they will chomp down on a horror story faster than that of the artist. she is already permanent. she says: no, here’s what happens.

after many months, he has his shield. she wouldn’t let him leave with the first nine hundred versions, always found something wrong with them. he grows fond of her in this time, agrees to her terms. even he can’t really look at the shield head-on. she has captured a scream, a rage, too much. it is so utterly human and at once not that it makes his skin crawl.

where medusa’s blood drops, serpents sprawl. or at least, that’s the code she uses. when he finds little girls who can make art, he sends them to her. 

medusa does not expect to be known for the school that she starts. she is a women artist in a time of men, and her name is already dead to them. but i know medusa. i know her. she is known for her work.

after all, who can speak about medusa without mentioning how she froze the world?

I knew I loved you , for you made simple things beautiful. Anything I did with you felt like a masterpiece. Every love song was now crystal clear. And merely looking at you feels like staring into a galaxy. From gentle kisses to grocery shopping; loving you is art. Each conversation is another grasp of poetry. It is indeed true. Simplicity is life’s best ; ever since I loved you.

honestly life is so beautiful and i feel like so often we take advantage of it and just go through the day never noticing the most simple, beautiful things that surround us. we are surrounded by people who are so flawed and yet so beautifully human. we are surrounded by oceans and forests and rivers and mountains and volcanoes and places so filled with life that it seems endless. we are all under a sky that is filled with changing colors and stars and planets and the sun and the moon. we are constantly surrounded by beauty and yet we constantly ignore it. look around you. there is still good. there is good in laughter and smiles and kindness and sunsets and rain and oceans. so don’t give up, there is so much good for you to take in. there is so much that is still left for you.

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RFA+S’s ideal MCs

I have this headcanon that each RFA member has a specific kind of MC.

Not like how MC4 is Yoosung’s or MC2 is Zen’s.  That gives me the heebie-jeebies.  (It’s just their faces!  You know nothing about the girl behind the face!  Pairing one of the RFA members with a profile pic makes no sense, to me…it’s literally judging them by their appearance.)

I mean like how they each have a type, and depending on what route you’re on, your responses are different.  (Minor spoilers ahead!)

For example:  Jaehee’s MC would never get a good ending if she were on Jumin’s route.  She too assertive.  Too independ.  No go.

Saeyoung’s MC would never truly be happy with Zen.  Zen’s kind of square.  And MC is too quirky.  It wouldn’t last.

Jumin’s MC would get run over by Yoosung insisting that she’s “like Rika.”  Yoosung wouldn’t be able to read her like Jumin could.  And she would just go along with what Yoosung says, because she wants him to be happy.

Zen’s MC on Jaehee’s route is Jaehee’s first bad ending.  #truestory

So, my headcanons on what each RFA member’s “ideal MC” is like!

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