I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.

by the way

I had a dream last night that I mastered the art of doing pull ups. twenty at one shot - very light very easy 

2 days ago
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so unreal

40th’s group shot taken after MAF has been and is still my desktop wallpaper 

3 days ago
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没有时间了

"That was the best I’ve ever heard you play!"

omgomg but how do I crystallise and duplicate that seven minutes two more times for prelims and As  

4 days ago
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http://uningenue.tumblr.com/post/96447869067/i-was-looking-through-my-old-notebook-from-2012

uningenue:

I was looking through my old notebook from 2012 and I found a page where I had taken down a list from when Mrs W asked us to come up with words to describe humanity. These were copied from the board:

Masochistic
Fearful
Cowardly
Self-righteous
Unique
Reflective
Self-interested
Needy
Domineering

woah (-: 

9 hours ago
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watching crayon shin-chan because personal statement coursework stress

actually can’t wait to study lit 

1 day ago
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终于!

finally finished my h3 (WITH evaluative commentary) and half the day’s gone wow w o  w W   O   W   H      O       W    !!!

personal statement 怎么办 can I describe my favourite piano pieces favourite swimming strokes favourite food favourite days because that is me?

SIGH

2 days ago
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Perks of a pseudo 49th member

sun-moonflowers:

Highlight of the day:

Laughing with some 40th peeps about metaphors and dumb or dumb or dumb ; teachers entourage and backup plans

(can’t help but feel v responsible….) 

But also - 

Having loads of food for dinner and supper

watching ECACO spam the group w fuckload of fucks 

(okay pretend I didn’t spell that out. but everyone’s so disorientated and and going totally insane)

(via provokedsmiles)

4 days ago
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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via fuckyeah-literature)

(via pl0xism)

1 week ago
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