I was suppose to work on my article and practice my oral tonight but I ended up sleeping (a lot) and only woke up after 11pm to finish this other sudden project that sprung up today.
I’m not good at editing stuff, my specialty is really only making gorgeous and simple powerpoints but being me, I just can’t say no plus I thought it’d be cool to have a little challenge. (although I must be dumb to choose tonight for such an annoying task)
thank you photoscape since I have no idea where to download photoshop ahah.
I shall practice my oral later -but please pray hard that teacher doesn’t pick me, I heard she’s been PMS-ing a lot lately and I’d die an ugly death if I piss her off by declining to do my oral so pray hard yeah.
I’m going to try to finishing up my article in school in case I fall asleep on the sofa again like tonight. (note to self: make sure I have all the points ready asdklgfkl)
It’s past 3.30am -I shall be tired af tomorrow. goodnight. x
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”—Diane Setterfield (via skeletales)
it fucking sucks when someone you really care about is going through a really hard time with something but you can’t do shit for them except for type things back and forth with them because of the distance
it’s the shittiest feeling to know that the person you care about isn’t okay but you can’t do anything for them