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savgogh · 1 month
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27.03.2024 | Last day of being posted in General Surgery. It was overwhelming but I'll miss the rush. I think I've finally gotten the hang of fourth year. Medicine next! (please be good to me).
🎧 _mar le temps des fleurs - Pomme
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bananamiii · 2 years
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26 March 2022 // An old cheat sheet for my transport midterm on momentum transfer. Mayonnaise is an example of a Bingham fluid, ketchup is an example of a shear thinning fluid, and a cornstarch slurry is an example of a shear thickening fluid – if you mix them together, you get a sauce that might make rheologists cry!
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anochustudy · 6 years
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181008~ i rewatched howl’s moving castle the other day!!! it’s such a good movie 11/10 would recommend 
🎶: Holiday - SEVENTEEN
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chimnotes · 5 years
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181023:
mono came out!!! i love this mixtape so much - the difference between this and rm is amazing
🎵: seoul by rm
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savgogh · 3 months
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January 2024
Book Title: Objects from Behind by Ahn Gyu-cheol
Essay Title: Time, as lived by plants
What do the little flowering trees in the backyard do all winter long? The azaleas that, spring to fall, flaunted their green leaves and red flowers to their hearts’ content, now stand still in the cold winter wind for a few months, a frozen image outside the window. After a few chickadees visit in the morning, nothing changes from sunrise to sunset, apart from the shadows that slowly orbit around me. In this unchanging scenery, they remain motionless, their dry, shrivelled branches stretched out in all directions, perhaps sleeping or perhaps dreaming. They’re not the only ones. All kinds of insects and weeds bear through these harsh times in the same way.
But is it right for us to pity them? When I think about those small things standing as one against merciless nature, silent as stone, biding their time, I think about how much we fret and fuss with worry. Trying to fill the void of every second, we are unable to keep still even for a moment. How ridiculous our anxiety must seem to them. I hope that this becomes a year where I learn to be embarrassed by all the whining about being lonely or depressed when I’m alone and about whether life has any meaning or not. I hope doing that awakens the plant-like moments hidden within me in this new year. In front of winter trees, I make this wish.
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