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reesestshirt · 17 days

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the best part of the aeneid is that aeneas did NOT put his whole pussy into getting to italy or even half of it. he limped through his fate with barely a quarter of his pussy and cried about it the whole time and by god can i relate. go king give us as little as you can

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reesestshirt · 18 days

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guys this post is actually not about crochet, you don’t need to reblog it with your crochet tips/experiences. it’s about the grief of losing someone important to you at a young age and i’m using crochet as a vehicle to get my point across, hope this helps!!

When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

#i genuinely can’t fathom how people can read this and only care about the crochet part #i will lose my mind if I see another reblog saying something like #this is so funny because crochet is so easy but I can’t knit at all!!#you’re missing the entire point #please learn how to read the subtext of things I’m begging you

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reesestshirt · 2 months

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There’s definitely something behind the way that love and death are so often connected in art. Not sure exactly what it is, but it’s there.

#love #grief #music #hozier #partner loss

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reesestshirt · 2 months

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The first time I stepped into a biology lab, I dreamed of becoming a scientist.

Throughout high school, everything was an accessory to biology. A solid understanding of math was required for any career in science, AP history classes would allow me to focus on more relevant topics in college, even speech and debate would help me present my research one day in a coherent manner. Everyone assumed that my Latin classes were the same way — to learn scientific terminology. And I leaned into it; whenever anyone would ask about Latin, that was my reasoning.

But it wasn’t the truth.

The truth was far more bizarre: the truth was that I didn’t know why I was learning Latin. I simply fell in love with the poetry, the culture, even the grammar. It was my Achilles’ heel — the one weak point of my impenetrable scientific mindset.

When it came time to decide my major for college, it was a no-brainer. Biology… with a second major in Latin. Of course, everyone had something to say about it. The Latin was just a break, a distraction from hard sciences. A major full of easy, useless courses that are only tangentially related to biology.

What I hadn’t realized was that biology and Latin are two sides of the same coin. Throughout my time in college, I was engrossed in stories of the triumphs of the human experience. The creation of Vergil’s Aeneid and the creation of Edward Jenner’s vaccine existed in tandem. I drew the same arrows diagramming chemical reactions as when I was deconstructing sentences of Juvenal. Learning about the complement cascades mirrored stories of ancient heroes in war: all implementing precise techniques to defeat a common enemy.

So, why do I study Latin when I’m planning to become a scientist? I know the answer quite well now. Because I love discovery. Because the process of turning mRNA into proteins is translation, in its purest form. Because the devastation of Aeneas’ troops showed me that I could bounce back after my experiments failed. Because it isn’t an accessory to biology, but a core tenet of who I am.

The final time I stepped out of a Latin class, I knew that I wanted to be a scientist. What else could I do after learning what it means to live?

#latin language #college #creative writing #prose #arts and sciences #idek who my target audience for this is lol #biology #science #the human experience #classics #humanities

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reesestshirt · 3 months

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cant get that gorgeous tumblr poll out of my head

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reesestshirt · 3 months

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Your twenties began with an organic chemistry exam. Staring at hieroglyphs of reactants and products, wishing that you understood. You decided not to check your grade for a few days, trying to avoid the inevitable.

But time marched on.

You turned 21 in the arms of your lover. Sharing a bottle of sickly-sweet mango wine and watching trashy tv, you became content with your place in the universe. You prayed to anything that would listen to freeze that moment, to live in warm, domestic bliss until your time on earth ended.

But time marched on.

Eventually you fell asleep. Eventually you woke up. Eventually you drove her home.

I am now 21 years and 351 days old. Soon I will open on a new year and beg those same unlistening ears to start my twenties over again. I’ll do it correctly this time: I’ll pass my organic chemistry exam, I’ll take another minute with her before I drive her home — just to hold her, and maybe in that life I’ll actually enjoy turning 22.

But time marches on.

In 14 days I will be older than she ever was, which was never supposed to be the ending to this story.

#grief #i wrote this a few days ago so my birthday isn’t actually in two weeks #oh well #creative writing #birthdays #the passage of time #the inevitability of change #love #memories #prose poetry

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reesestshirt · 4 months