Our Friendship Deader Than The Sea On Which We Sailed,

Everytime I get ahead of myself I remember that the first time I made microwave mac-and-cheese I burnt it so badly I'm pretty sure I sent it halfway to hell.

There is an owl at my school.

Hi, I'm back again!

School has been intense recently, but I've (mostly) caught up with everything, so it should be smooth sailing for a few weeks now!

Speaking of sailing, and boats, and books, of course, I've started annotating my copy of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness for school. Hopefully rereading it won't be so confusing as the initial reading was.

The other photo above are of my notes on William Blake's poem The Little Black Boy, or rather notes on the essay Liberatory Christianity and the Perception of Race in "TLBB".

What I got done today:

Literature notes.

Literature annotating.

Biology revision.

Also, I apologise for my rather bad quality photos. Whenever I write these posts (or think about writing them) I always wish my camera was a little more sharp, or my skills a little more intuitive. It always quietly amazes me how study bloggers can manage to capture such beautiful shots.

But I suppose my own stumbling efforts do have their own unique flair; a sense of personal authenticity to them, that reflects the imperfect and the mundane, mirroring back the glamourless way life (and studying) so often plays out.

Well.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

I have swallowed molten lead. Swallowed it myself. It tasted like empty seats in crammed up rooms and a pile of gathering dread.

It tastes like whispers I can't hear, my mouthful of molten lead. Like train tickets, bus fares I've never seen, and farewells that remain unsaid.

It tastes like rhythms I can't balance, my stomach of molten lead. Like the half rotted sweetness of memories in retrospect, and a pile that is already dead.

Yellowed fragments of summer grass, The days are long but go too fast. Midnight moons light my dreams, Of mundanity found in the crowns of queens.

Ideal house

15.02.2023 💌 To me, Valentine’s Day will always mean a trip to a beautiful bookstore 💌

Fuck this shit I wanna go bike riding with my friends around the streets while the sun is setting and the ocean is sparkling and the trees are green.

I don't know how much energy I have left for writing. I'm tired, and maybe this is giving up. Or maybe it's not.

Maybe it's more like sleep (even though I've been sleeping already for far too many years). Like rest, like rain pouring down on hot summer soil.

I'd like to think that way.

But maybe it is giving up.

And that's okay too.

Study day no. 1.

I suppose I'm going to turn this blog from a shoddy poetry blog to a study one. Main reason is because I'm hoping this will motivate at least some people to study for the things they care about, even if the only person motivated is me.

In terms of schoolwork done, my weekend wasn't overly productive, but I'm not too bothered since I didn't have a lot of work anyway and had a great time with my friends instead.

I also went to a bookstore and local cafe. I haven't started reading the book yet but I hope it's good (it was a bit of an impulse buy).

What I got done:

Ancient History notes.

The meat of a Chemistry assessment.

Some reading for Literature.

Biology notes.

As this is my first studyblr post, I don't yet know how often I'll post, but hopefully it will be soon!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

My smile's going stale. How long was I supposed to grin? Until I wore down and accepted my fate, or sometime before?