ghost

He had been a man of few words- never said he loved me and even his happiness was full of rage. Every night, he'd watch some game on the telly and talk about the stock market and bonds and things I never understood. I remember when the newspaper began to publish my articles, he barely read them and gave me a nod as if to show his acknowledgement. One day, I looked into his drawer to find some batteries and noticed a stack of newspaper cuttings, articles and poems and photographs, all of my work- the borders cut with such tenderness and care, I couldn't believe his hands could be so gentle.

My father carved me from his thigh and watered me with his blood and wondered where my rage came from. My father loved me in silence and wondered why I couldn't listen.

Sculpture details.

• 20.11.21 •

Overcoming Procrastination

do you keep a notebook, or two, or three ?

there is no shame in asking for help

there is no shame in having a tutor

there is no shame in not getting As

there is no shame in not knowing what you want to study

there is no shame in having a job

there is no shame in struggling in a so-called "easy subject"

there is no shame in withdrawing from a course

there is no shame in changing your major

there is no shame in not taking a full load of classes in a semester

there is no shame in realizing your school may not be for you

study girls and studyspo

i hope you guys have a happy thanksgiving if you celebrate :)!