sometimes I think faculty/staff have conspired to bring me down in every way possible.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via hellanne)
my entire outfit is from gap and my lunch consisted of indian food that I cooked. is this what being an adult is like?
some of my toes are scratched up from when they rubbed against my flats the other day. i don’t mind though. i acquired these wounds from chasing my mentor’s two kids around the office. zombie/monster tag can get intense.