The Life of a Physiotherapist

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Sundays in East London: quieter roads, sleepy cafés; cyclists with bike baskets full of flowers, plantain, radishes, bread, newspapers; dogs on their walks, endless cobbled streets. The air is warm but not heavy at all––perfect for writing 😌

summer quarantine days stay productive!!!! heres a vlog abt it

Giles & Shea (2003)

They called the neurosurgeon, Who came in and drilled a burr. Now Johnny’s fine; he rides his bike, But he’s helmeted, for sure.

a photo of (part of) my study space! just doing some last minute bio revision before the exam tomorrow

10/26 | I’m so happy to be back home at my own desk. Working from hotels can be productive, but exhausting.

Between the World and Me.

me and a friend spent the morning in the garden of our favourite second-hand bookshop. it started to rain so we were huddled under the awning, feeling content surrounded by hot coffee and new reads.

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my setup for the day! I’m on my second warm drink, it’s been cold and rainy here (definitely not as bad as back in Alberta, it’s snowing in the town one of my friends lives in). Working on some linear algebra since I’m more behind than I was hoping, once I finish this until I’ll flip back over to calc II.

Slow summer mornings with coffee, jazz and neuroanatomy 🌿

Team “I’ll do what I want when I want”

— Jack Kerouac (via amargedom)