Now Imagine How I Felt When I Stood Next To My English Teacher For 5 Minutes Because I Wanted To Ask

Now imagine how I felt when I stood next to my English teacher for 5 minutes because I wanted to ask her something and she didn't even acknowledge my presence so I just had to walk back to my seat and pretend nothing happened.

as a gay person my self-confidence is inherently linked to the amount of validation i get from my english teacher

Two rules for creating anything.

1) Make it weird.

2) Make it with love.

two minutes into a will wood song and i’m either face down on the floor thinking about all my mental illnesses or strutting around the room pretending i’m a cartoon villain. what does he put in that shit

things in my dark academic room

This isn't meant as a 'suggestion' list (but feel free to take it as such if you'd like). These are just things I do because it makes me feel more confident and put-together!

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Waterfall lights hanging over a blood-red curtain, to give late-night studying a more fantasy-novel dorm room feel

Old mason jars filled with crystals and sea glass from adventures long past. Tall jars stocked with fancy pens and stained paintbrushes

Candles. An unnerving number of candles.

A sizable chunk of smoky quartz, gifted to me from a friend whom I helped pass Statistics

Small, delicate angel statuettes. When I was a little boy, my grandmother put them around my room for protection.

Stacks of books (quite obviously), but especially the stack of battered, thrifted ecology and wildlife identification books I've collected over the years (since long before my decision to study the natural sciences)

A four-generation family photograph, taken with relatives I barely got a chance to know

Several ornate wooden lockboxes, protecting anything I hold dear to me

Philosophy - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (1st) Oil on canvas, 100x120cm

Ideal - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (2nd) Oil on canvas

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath