Las historias de amor de Dua Lipa/Callum Turner y Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce son de comedia romántica.
Cómo vas a creer que la primera empezó porque estaban leyendo el mismo libro, en la misma página cuando se conocieron y la segunda porque la mujer escribió una canción hablando de hacer friendship bracelets y su futuro marido hizo uno con su teléfono y se lo fue a llevar a su gira mundial.
Mutual excitement is sooo cute 😭 wdym I’ve been rushing (but also trying to savour) my book just so I can tell him about it, only to find out he’s been doing the saaame?? We’re gonna yap about our books together fs
celebrate every little win, romanticise every little thing, find the joy in every day, remember that love is everywhere, the magic exists, you must persist & take the time to notice. In this life that’s so hard, remain soft and find the love & peace in every path.
I have no backup plan in life. I made dua to the same rabb that cooled the fire for Ibrahim. The one who didn’t let a knife cut through Ismail. The rabb who gave Maryam a child as a virgin. Their rabb is my rabb, and with a little dua and yaqeen, no backup plan is needed bi’ithnillah. Ya Hasib, make me content with your plan for me. Suffice me in my worries.
There’s a good feeling after studying and understanding something. The discipline to start studying is the problem. When I’m done studying, I usually ask myself why I don’t study very often because it’s actually a very rewarding activity if done consistently.
Except this is not what studying looks like, and I am sick and tired of the internet pretending that it does. Let me tell y'all something.
Studying is maddening, okay? It is a pursuit of fanatically trying to understand something that you, for some inexplicable reason cannot seem to move on from. It is the single most devastating as well as rewarding thing that you can take up, IF you are truly trying to get something done.
Devastating since at the extreme, it is THE Most lonely undertaking a human can take up. You will drown yourself in texts that were authored far before your bloodline existed, in thoughts that make no damn sense to anyone but to you, and you cannot explain them to those few who are willing to listen because you are not sure about them yourself.
Speaking of thoughts - the bastards that they are. I am convinced that they are the only entity in the world that moves faster than the speed of fucking light. And for a mind that's fanatic enough, it is a struggle to keep a hold of the freight-train that ravages through you every time you encounter something new. And the cruel part? The name of the game is to hold on to the single thought that you have as a thousand more flood in.
To give it the time that it deserves, the patience that it needs, but oh well, there's a thousand more that are demanding the very same. You try and write it down, because it helps, but what happens when your hands cannot match your brain? You go insane. You try and distract yourself, "Maybe I am tripping, it's not that deep." NO IT IS THAT FUCKING DEEP.
But when it all comes together, when those thousand thoughts do indeed get processed, when it all forms ONE beautiful symphony that we call a body of work, the brink of insanity suddenly seems worth reaching and staying at.
So no. Studying is not all about having a Starbucks coffee with a MacBook that has cute PDFs open, or a stack of messy books, or neatly written notes that are Pinterest-worthy, or a dimly lit room with motherfuckers dressed in the most immaculate fashion that they can find trying to talk about their experiences. And I am so done with the internet trying to make it that fucking way.
FIGHT ME.