What is it now that awakens me?
And all of this is in my head
Oh my god
Oh my god
All my life is sin…”

(I’m not here right now)

"It’s not in the open fields or in large gardens that I see spring arrive. It’s in the several scrawny trees of a small city square. There the greenness stands out like a special gift and is joyful like a warm sorrow.
I love these lonely squares, tucked between streets with little traffic, and themselves with just as little. They are useless clearings, aways there waiting, in between forgotten tumults. They’re a bit of village in the city.
I come to a square, walk up one of the streets that runts into it, then back down the same street. Seen from the other direction, the square is different, but the same peace gilds with sudden nostalgia - the setting sun - the view I didn’t see when I walked up the street.

Everything is useless, and I feel it as such. All that I’ve lived I’ve forgotten, as if I’d only vaguely heard it. All that I’ll be reminds me of nothing, as if I’d lived and forgotten it.
A sunset of mild sorrow hovers all around me. Everything turns chilly, not because it’s colder, but because I’ve entered a narrow street and the square is gone.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“We achieve nothing. Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, ‘Look at me move.’”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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First day of classes.

"I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me."

lightprocesses:

Walking from the side (II)

lightprocesses:

Walking from the side (II)

Struggling to place the terminology of exactly what I’ve been feeling lately. Some sort of continuous existential discomfort. I feel one level detached from the social conscious, and I’m adrift. It’s alright.

angulargeometry:

Future Flavor.

angulargeometry:

Future Flavor.

mit:

Kendall Square, 1854. #TBT

mit:

Kendall Square, 1854. #TBT

pupillarysphincters:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

monobeartheater:

absorr:

ultrafacts:

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 Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”

AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE

So that’s the function of a rubber duck.

Note to self: remember this in a month when classes start!

Just learned this from a friend - can be invaluable.

pupillarysphincters:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

monobeartheater:

absorr:

ultrafacts:

Source For more posts like this, CLICK HERE to follow Ultrafacts

 Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”

AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE

So that’s the function of a rubber duck.

Note to self: remember this in a month when classes start!

Just learned this from a friend - can be invaluable.

WHEN YOUR DATA ANALYSIS CODE FINALLY WORKS

whatshouldwecallgradschool:

credit: princess-sansa-of-ithilien

the-space-ghost:

If you don’t think space is the tightest shit then you’re wrong

The struggle is real.

The struggle is real.