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nishka-s · 8 months
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When am I most productive?
When I finish all my work? When I clean my desk or closet? When I workout? When I read all the books on my TBR?
No.
When I wake my before my sibling does?
Yes.
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nishka-s · 9 months
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POV: When you have exams, but are obsessed with K-Dramas...
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nishka-s · 1 year
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nishka-s · 1 year
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nishka-s · 1 year
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When I first came across bullet journaling, with all its many aesthetics and monthly themes and a new notebook for every year or different ones for reading and gardening and organizing, I was simply overwhelmed. I have never been good at art or drawing and buying multiple stationery for something like that isn't possible.
Then I came across this video and found out how (for lack of a better word) distorted this practice had become. I don't need a bulleted journal, I don't need 50 sketch-pens or brush-pens or paints. Nor do I need to create multiple pages or covers or trackers for each month/week/day.
With just any notebook I found suitable and a pen I like (and sometimes a scale/ruler), I started with the simplest things and experimented. I don't create blocks or boxes for my monthly view, I don't make weekly spreads, I don't even have a key. It's low maintenance and it works for me.
I should also mention how my sister does her journaling. She has a bulleted journal and one of those 4-in-1 pens. After a future log (or yearly view?) she knows what all she wants to track for each month and how much space and pages that will take. She then divides her journal (roughly with a pencil) into the months until she reaches the end of the monthly logs. At the end, she'll track things that take more than a single month or that she wants to keep separate from everything else.
The things that my sister tracks and the things that I do differ vastly. The point is that, obviously, one thing will not work for all, so don't pressure yourself into doing things that somebody is doing if it does not do the job that it is supposed to. Experiment. Don't be afraid to mess up because mistakes make us human.
Still reeling from the realization that bullet journaling was essentially created to be a disability aid and got legit fuckin gentrified
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nishka-s · 1 year
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The fun thing about having a Tumblr is that I don't have to go through the very taxing exercise of choosing the perfect series to hyperfixate on. Tumblr will just continuously show me gifset of two gays like it's a sign from God saying "here, these are your new support gays, cherish them" and that's that yk. It really saves me a lot of trouble
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nishka-s · 1 year
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nishka-s · 2 years
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So... I'm watching a show and the "good" guy pulls a gun on the definitely bad guy; the gun right under his chin, both of them staring into each other's eyes and my reaction is (SMH), "Kiss." I need help.
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nishka-s · 2 years
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nishka-s · 2 years
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Why am I left alone with my thoughts!? Who let this happen?
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nishka-s · 2 years
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Not sleeping 'cause once I put down my phone, I'll have to think about how uncertain my life is.
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nishka-s · 2 years
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I am 18 years old and I am not happy. I am stuck in this dreadful cycle of hating every moment of my day. No matter what I wake up thinking, I will inevitably end up hating my life and myself. I find myself on the verge of tears all day long. I'm just a kid. Why am I not happy? Why can't I find even a single reason to smile? Why does everything weigh me down? Why can't anybody see there's something wrong? Why do I not want to stay awake during the day? Why does nothing matter? Not exams, not my future; nothing scares me or excites me. What do I do?
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nishka-s · 2 years
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Our school life is ending. We may never set foot on our school campus again. We may never meet the people again whom we've been seeing everyday for over a decade. Friend groups may dismantle. Some already have. These people with whom I've spent my entire life, who have been by my side through highs and lows, who I believe saved my life and helped me reach where I am today and who have had a big hand in making my future possible, whether they know it or not; I don't want to lose them. It's inevitable that we'll leave our homes and scatter across the country and globe, but this connection and love that has prospered over the years, I wish it never dampens. Even if we talk after years of no communication, we can still laugh and tease as if we're still school kids who meet everyday. I wish these friendships that have become as strong as a bond of blood withstand the scrutiny of time. In the least, I wish they always remember what they mean to me and how much my love for them and their love for me has affected the path of our lives.
When asked what my wish would be, my heart poured this out.
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