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11.12.17

Every once in a while, you stop, look around you, and realise that you might amount to nothing. The idea that there are so many successful people around you, living their best life and living each day as though it was their last intrigues me. Yet, I am scared to do the same. Some of us choose to have hope that life will get better, and someday we might just amount to something but it has been hammered into my brain that life is meaningless as in the end we all die and our “journey” comes to an abrupt end. Obviously, this idea has been planted in my head by the one and only, me. I wonder why I like to push myself down and always say that I will eventually amount to nothing. I don’t know know why I believe all the theories that I’m the future druggie, alcoholic, and a general mess within my friend group. However, even whilst writing this I do see how it might be possible. My friends, the people I hang out with and am acquainted are all immensely talented. Each and every one of them has a “gift” whether it be drawing, singing, being extremely smart, playing sports 24/7, being emotionally aware, etc. In comparison to these people, I amount to nothing and probably will amount to nothing. Somehow this idea has made itself comfortable in the back of my brain and everyone in a while at the appropriate time of 3 am this thought slowly creeps up on me, almost like it is a predator about to pounce on the unsuspecting prey. It slowly comes out of its den and is hyper-aware of its target, the only thing left to do, is it strike. It hits me in waves and leaves me a vegetable for anywhere between 20mins to an hour.

You must be wondering why I don’t just snap out of it and move on. I do exactly that in the daytime so I don’t look like I’m part of a James Franco art piece or having a stroke, personally, I see no difference. When I say ‘vegetable’ I mean in terms of the mental state. Physically, I could move around, go for a run, attempt a handstand, or do anything but my mind stays blank. It feels like the stars and blackness you see when you stand up too fast but it’s my mind. There is no active thought process or anything new to think about it’s just a flat line of the same idea that I am worth nothing constantly blaring like an alarm. It’s definitely not something I want, I mean I love self-deprecating jokes as much as the next person but I’m pretty sure this level of worthlessness is just unhealthy. The worst part is when someone that cares about you says you have ‘potential’, like please help me understand WHERE I am going wrong in terms of harnessing this potential you speak off. I have so many interests like cooking, writing, painting, photography, bartending, and many more; but am I particularly good at any one of these things? Of course not. I am below average at all of these things and you might say that’s good enough but ‘good enough’ isn’t anywhere close to what is really enough. People say that I can do whatever I like, as long as I am the best in my field. Nobody should be able to question my skill and if they did I must have the evidence to back up my claims. This isn’t the best situation for a person with multiple interests since I don’t have one thing that I love more than any of the others.

Going back to my talented friends, they all have one dream/career that they would like to pursue and therefore they can continue to focus on that specifically and not be distracted by several other things. Let’s take painting for example; I love art, I love the way artists can express their emotions whether it’s anger or love, frustration or satisfaction. I love how they learn basic techniques and always make it they’re own because it adds a sense of personal connection between the viewer and the artist. Can I in anyway accomplish this effect through my art? Fuck no. The extents of my skill are drawing little doodles of cacti, cats, and roses (all in terrible proportions) on people and shitty paper in bad quality pencil and permanent markers. Whereas, one of my closest friends channels her obsessions into her art to produce amazing sketches and beautiful pieces of artwork that are in her own personal style. I as an individual cannot possibly amount to that level of skill as I am simply not good enough. You might tell me to stop whining, stop writing this and go practice my figure proportions. Hmm, I wonder if I’ve tried that? Of course, I have, I may be talentless but I’m not stupid. I whine about this because after all, this is the legacy I can leave behind. I’ll be known as that talentless girl with the ability to whine in an articulate manner.

Someone asked me this question a year ago, “If you had to pick, gun to your head what would you do with your life?” The ideal answer here is that I would love to be an author. I would love to go to NYU because their writing programme is superb and New York City is where I’d like to be eventually. See these hopes and dreams might have a few issues with them. First, we address the money. NYU is expensive. I don’t know if I qualify for financial aid. Second, immigration into the USA. I would like to say one word, TRUMP. Immigration laws are complicated as it is, in addition to actually moving I would have to find a job within my field within 90 days. Third, as you all know by now I hate failure but it is inevitable. On one hand, I take the risk and end up successful but on the other, I go to a university and amount to nothing because of my crippling self-esteem and take to alcohol. You also might be wondering why I think I am the future druggie/alcoholic within my friend group. Honestly, I don’t know but I really do enjoy drinking and I am made to self-destruct.

Right now it is 3:31 in the morning and I am exhausted and I would like to sleep before becoming a raging depressive human being. These are my thoughts on 11/12/17 and a psychologist would have a field day with me for sure.

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Classic Books List

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“Why read the classics? A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.” These are a few recommendations, books everyone should read. Don’t let yourself be convinced they are good: read and decide for yourself!

(no particular order intended)

  • Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes
  • The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
  • North and South - Elizabeth Gaskell
  • Hard Times - Charles Dickens
  • The Karamazov Brothers - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  • Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë
  • The Waves - Virginia Woolf
  • Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
  • Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
  • Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
  • Hamlet - William Shakespeare
  • Richard II - William Shakespeare
  • Little Women - Louisa Alcott
  • The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
  • Emma - Jane Austen
  • Anna Karenina - Liev Tolstói
  • Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë
  • Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare
  • The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton 
  • Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
  • Lord of The Flies - William Golding
  • One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel García Márquez
  • Persuasion - Jane Austen
  • War and Peace - Liev Tolstói
  • Macbeth - William Shakespeare
  • The Tell-Tale Heart - Edgar Allan Poe
  • Dracula - Bram Stoker
  • The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar - Edgar Allan Poe
  • Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
  • The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka 
  • Moby Dick - Herman Melville
  • Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
  • King Lear - William Shakespeare
  • The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
  • Nineteen Eighty-Four - George Orwell
  • Jean Barois - Roger Martin du Gard
  • Wives and Daughters - Elizabeth Gaskell
  • Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
  • To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
  • The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger
  • Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Friendship between a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff would include

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• fUCK mE UP wiTH tHiS fRiENDShiP
• those two-
• the hufflepuff would be fierce asf
• savage remarks coming from both
• “whomst let parkinson out in the wildness that is school dressed in that?”
• “biTCH i kNOW”
• the slytherin would not allow draco or any others bad mouth the hufflepuff
• the hufflepuff not taking anyone’s shit
• “im gonna break your legs.”
• “i’d like to see you try.”
• snape had already given up picking on the hufflepuff after a heated argument with the slytherin about manners
• although the fierceness, the hufflepuff would also be gentle and naive
• “don’t trust them, they’ll only hurt you.”
• “but they seem nice.”
• “you said the same thing with draco before he proved to be a blonde cobra.”
• “but you’re a sly git as well.”
• little to no arguments
• the slytherin sees the hufflepuff as a fragile child who needs to be protected
• the hufflepuff sees the slytherin as a normal person who has feelings as well
• late night trips to the kitchen to get free food from the house elves because they practically adore the hufflepuff
• a friendship everyone finds a bit strange yet really cute at the same time.

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Friendship between a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw would include

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 • the perfect duo.
 • helping the slytherin with homework.
 • the slytherin standing up to bullies.
 • the slytherin never expresses feelings.
 • the ravenclaw not really caring.
 • knows how much they mean.
 • the slytherin not caring about status.
 • defending the ravenclaw from snape.
 • sarcastic remarks here and there.
 • witty comebacks.
 • annoying the shit out of each other.
 • trash talking each other face to face.
 • if fighting don’t bother trying to solve it.
 • you’ll only get hurt.
 • verbally and physically.
 • jinxing each other.
 • if serious, blood might be spilled.
 • hexes flying everywhere.
 • teachers trying to break them apart.
 • only for them to getting hexed as well.
 • making up after a week or two.
 • late night studying.
 • the ravenclaw doing all the work.
 • the slytherin eating while watching.
 • “don’t you want to help?”
 • “i am, i’m observing.”
 • “with your mouth stuffed?”
 • “that’s how i observe the best!”
 • sneaking into each others dorms.
 • close with the other’s family.
 • all in all the perfect friendship that no one really understands but admires.

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studylou:
“ THINGS I LEARNED DURING MY GAP YEAR hi everybody! it’s definitely been a while, huh? i hope everyone is well and has been/ is studying hard for their end of year exams! good luck!
since my gap year is coming to an end, i decided i wanted...
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THINGS I LEARNED DURING MY GAP YEAR

hi everybody! it’s definitely been a while, huh? i hope everyone is well and has been/ is studying hard for their end of year exams! good luck!

since my gap year is coming to an end, i decided i wanted to make a few posts about it to help some of you guys, who have been asking me about my experience, out. these are a few things i’ve learned during my gap year.

► it’s ok to be the only one taking a gap year

this was a really big thing for me. no one i knew decided to take one at the end of our secondary school career. i was the only person in my big old school, as for as i’m aware of, that chose to do so. i have to admit it’s really weird to be the only one in your friend group not going to university and experiencing that exciting time. in belgium it really isn’t a common thing to do either. especially not after secondary school. but! and this is a big but: you will. a gap year doesn’t mean you’re never going to go to uni/ college and experience the same as your friends! it’s a year out to work or discover what you really want to do in life. and if it just so happens you find out you prefer working straight away, that’s totally cool! whatever suits you! i just hope my friends learn to accept others who choose to work instead of studying instead of making them feel like they’re just too “dumb” for uni/college. we all choose different paths in life. let’s all try to live with that.

► keep yourself busy

one of the things most adults told me was to keep myself busy during my gap year, because otherwise i’d become incredibly lazy. for my part, this is so true. there were a few weeks at the start of october that i wasn’t working, and i became such really lazy. i slept in almost every day and i didn’t feel motivated to do anything. i also felt quite isolated and lonely. you don’t have to work to keep yourself busy though! you could travel, pick up a hobby, get better at something you’ve already learned, etc. as long as you’re keeping yourself busy and making the most out of your gap year! why would you be taking one otherwise?

► you will lose friends and make new ones

don’t be afraid of the fact you’ll eventually lose some old friends. the people who don’t invest in your friendship as much as you do don’t deserve you honestly! i started feeling lonely too, since a few of my friends never made any effort to keep in contact with me, or meet up with me, even though i tried time and time again. it’s totally normal and will happen to everyone.this doesn’t mean you should just give up on all your friendships though! but trust me: you’ll know what i’m talking about at some point in your life. at work i met a group of really great young people like me, and we have become a really close group of friends. we take out breaks together, go out after work and hang out on our days off. they’ve really given me the kind of friendship i was looking for, and i’m really grateful for that.

► don’t feel so guilty about having fun

this was a biggie for me. i can’t really explain it, but i started feeling guilty about having so much fun. in school there weren’t that many times i went out or hung out with my friends because i was focusing on studying, so whenever i made plans this year, i felt really weird about it. almost as if i was having too much fun? this is a really silly feeling and i’ve learned to let that part of me go. it’s important to bond with your friends and yourself by exploring places and making memories. don’t feel bad about it.

► money, money, money

i think everyone has a hard time figuring out how to budget and save the first time round. (if not: you should write a book for all of us who did struggle!) i’m in a position where i can save a very large part of my money each month because i only pay my parents a little each month. keeping in mind, my goal was double of what i started with, i’m incredibly close. i’m using all my money to pay for my tuition fees for 2 years and part of my rent, so i’m doing a great job so far, even if i do say so myself.  it’s not so easy for others, and it’s so normal to struggle if you’re not used to working and earning a steady income each month. don’t be too hard on yourself about this: you’re young and clueless.

► in the end: it’s only one year

it’s really easy to get it into your head that this year is going to be hard and will feel like it lasts forever, but time honestly flies. when i first starting on the first of july time seemed to go so slowly. every day seemed to last an age, and i wondered what it would feel like to only have a few months left. i’m at that stage now, and every day seems to fly by. i was told it would take me six months to get used to working, but it only took me 3. by the time october came around i was so used to getting up at a certain time, finishing at 6pm, coming home, eating, practicing on the piano and going to bed. it doesn’t seem that exciting, but we’re all creatures of habit and routine. i feel like i’ve changed a lot as a person, but also like i haven’t at all. in some aspects i’m much wiser, but at the same time i still feel like a lost kid. a year really isn’t a long time at all. 

those were just some things i’ve learned so far. i still have a total of 9 weeks left until i’m packing up and flying to barcelona to start an incredibly exciting chapter of my life. who knows what will happen! i’ll be making a few more posts about gap years, so if you’re interested in taking one, just keep an eye out!

lots of love, lou.

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classic lit authors on ao3

  • Jane Austen: The slowburn writer to end all slowburn writers. Has a mild case of purple prose syndrome. Sets you up to think she's using a really lame trope or cliche, but then pulls the old BITCH U THOUGHT. Gets in fights with commenters who completely miss the point of her work.
  • William Shakespeare: Where dick jokes meet feels. Recycles old plots that have been in the fandom for years, but always manages to put a new spin on it. That said, he's better known for good character writing than good plots. Kind of problematic, but people love him anyway. Laughs at and encourages commenters who completely miss the point of his work.
  • The Brontë Sisters: Their fics get lots of comments but they never reply. They never leave author notes, either. They share an account, and there are talks of a collab fic coming soon. Write fics for OTPs of questionable healthiness and consent. Only ever write darkfic. Like, REALLY dark. ...People are getting kind of worried about them.
  • Edgar Allan Poe: Also only ever writes darkfic, but at this point, people have moved past being worried about him and have just accepted that he's weird, he's morbid, and we love him. Channels his feelings about his ex into his writing. It results in really good stories but everyone's sort of like, "...Dude."
  • Charles Dickens: Trying to set the record for highest wordcount on ao3, and it shows.
  • Victor Hugo: Currently holds the record for highest wordcount on ao3.
  • Oscar Wilde: Only ever writes M/M. Has a BAD case of purple prose, but it's worth it if you manage to get through. His stories are either hilarious or soul-crushing. Or somehow both. People love him but know better than to disagree with him publicly, lest he destroy you with one of his infamous subtweets.
  • L. Frank Baum: Wrote one really well-loved story that's among the most famous in the fandom, and it's literally all he's known for, and it pisses him off. His popular story became a multichap against his will because it's the only one of his stories anyone actually reads. He keeps trying to end it so he can work on other things, but always ends up coming back.
  • Arthur Conan Doyle: Feels L. Frank Baum's pain. SO much.
  • James Joyce: Has fascinating ideas, but takes forEVER to get to the point in his stories. Also a stoner, and it shows.
  • Lousia May Alcott: Writes stories for her unpopular OTP (that's a NOTP for most of the fandom) and breaks up everyone's favorite ships, mainly out of spite. Also kills everyone's favorite characters, less so out of spite.
  • Mary Shelley: Writes incredible stories, but publishes under her boyfriend's account because she's banned from ao3. ...Again.