despondency

This place isn’t just a school — it’s a creativity lab disguised as a campus. The walls are alive with color, the canteen serves siomay that could win international peace prizes, and the students ask questions like, “Sir, can a suit get me out of math class?” My answer? Sure — but it’ll also email your parents a full report. Somewhere between the noodles, the laughter, and the impossible questions, it hit me: teaching is basically building a high-tech suit. You start with scattered parts… and end up creating something unstoppable.

love is not a lasequest - is a great song from arctic monkeys. and i love it

god knows shes the one I rely on

when you are mentally and phisically wrecked

“I dont think Im meant to understand mself

my mind used to wander in a pouring rain back then It's so amazing to enable myself recalling the days of a marveolous ride in the twenty years has been. stunnning, so exquisite. The rains brought me as a 12 years old boy - exploring the traffic jam riding a bicycle in my hometown. Sometimes I found myself just sitting back behind the rusty windows or I could be surrounded by my old pals having weird convo. Those felt so warm and magical. I can’t help the feel.