I needa be in a library forest where I can study properly during normal hours of the evening and night, without anyone saying april, lock the door, april, wash the dishes, april, answer the phone even if the phone is right beside me, april, check the door—a close visual representation of how it’s like for me studying at home is a graph of a piece-wise function.
Something like——— and like ———— y’know, just more————— etc.
dammit, Sweden-related things, wildly appearing on the dash. I’ve never gone there, and it’s not really part of my future travel list, but still, you’re making me miss someone very special and stuff y’know. Occasional bouts of feeling like a major wuss.
(Photo from the “Buy a Life” section—which fits because collecting hobbies is a nice thing to look forward to. Also, some very interesting apologies in the “I’m Sorry” section.)