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I found some peace in knowing that we’re all collectively struggling with this horrible class
🧍: I got a 48 on the lab report
🧍♂️: Man, wow! Good for you!! I got a 43
🧍♀️: I got a 93
🧍♂️: . . .
🧍♀️: Y’all, I worked on it for ten hours straight
🧍♂️: No me too, except I had no idea wtf we we’re supposed to do
Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.' 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.— Margery Williams Bianco
I’ve been having a hard time remembering that life is bigger and more beautiful than the sorrow I’ve been feeling for the past couple months, and today broke another straw
