Gustave Caillebotte (French, 1848-1894), Paysage près de Trouville [Landscape near Trouville], 1881. Oil on canvas, 23 ³/₄ x 28 ³/₄ in.
In that face... there is so much suffering,
Prince Myshkin; The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
last night, I had a dream of winning two trophies one day afternoon to this contest of making an origami rose made from a paper we used on notebooks (one with lines colored red and blue) and I came home scolded by my brother for being not home for the whole day, when I just won two trophies. I was excited to finally show this off to anyone, to prove I am excellent and talented. But then I woke up, the excitementz gone.
Sometimes I would like to think in another universe, I was actually a potential kid, who's an achiever and brilliant.
creds to @yourqueenofdisaster on pinterest <3
Took me until about halfway through college before I realized “study” means “play with the material in a variety of ways until you understand it” and not just “read the assigned chapters and do the homework” and I think that probably should have been discussed at some point prior to that.
Cocteau Twins
Royal Festival Hall May 6th 1984
Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers
As suggested by @intellectual6666
Sometimes you stress yourself out to the point of tears and then u have to coax urself off the ledge by reminding urself that nothing is ever that fucking serious . It works out how it works out the point is we put in the effort