the nonsensical musings of a graduate students

i am piles on unread books, and the ones worn from comfort reads, i am ridiculously sweet milky coffee and blueberries in porridge, i am sweltering heat because it reminds me of my childhood and bare feet, i am cartoon character plushies and oversized tees and hot rain and violent thunderstorms, i am forehead kisses and mum hugs and pages of characters all with their own stories waiting to finally be written, i am ramen eaten with a spoon and rum on cold mornings and random facts at 2am, i am trash romcoms and gory murder documentaries, i am obsessive research and weekly obsessions and i am FaceTime calls for 3+ hours talking about everything and sleepy silences

I bought a historic home in a run down small town along route 66 so I can live out my dreams of being the basis of an urban legend.

imagine if i did my work. if i sat down and Did it. and it was Done. can you even imagine such a thing

The one you signed up for?

the one i signed up for :((((

Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.

Dissertation writing be like

Phenomenon is a great word. It means "Thingy" but when you don't want to sound stupid

characters whose sexuality is "i'm under way too much stress to figure that shit out rn"

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.

*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about

*leans over and whispers back*  Human ability to quantify and categorize natural phenomena is sketchy at best and wildly misleading at worst

consider the coconut

this reminds me of that time Plato defined humans as “featherless bipeds” and Diogenes ran in with a plucked chicken screaming “BEHOLD A MAN!”

i love how you say “it reminds me of that time” like you were there.

listen if an immortal feels brave and supported enough to come out we should respect them

This post is a journey

1 Reblog = 1 Respect

I maintain that humans started attempting classify animals, and some god or another made the platypus, and is still laughing.

Athena: You mean venomous, and make sure the eggs have both reptile and bird traits. Hermes: *takes the joint* Give it extra senses. Poseidon: It should be aquatic.

I MEAN where’s the lie

Demeter: … And where exactly do you expect me to put this? Everyone: Australia.

World Heritage Post

A coconut and a platypus are now related. Because tumblr is science. Behold the word of tumblr.

I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”

Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.

I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"

my form of contraband is smuggling food and coffee into libraries. sorry book gods but a girl has to eat something besides words.

survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat

this had better not alter the Numbers in my bank account

by Talos this can't be happening

I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

Periodic reminder that one of the many roles of fiction is microdosing on big scary feelings so you build resilience, empathy, understanding, and defense against the real thing.