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What they didn’t tell me about university is how intense everything is,
Not just learning, but everything,
Because everything’s on fast-forward.
What they didn’t tell me is that you wouldn’t meet a cute boy in class
And end up a couple months later, because everything’s on fast-forward,
So you’ll meet a cute boy from class and spend consecutive nights with him,
In your own bed only half the time,
Because everything’s on fast-forward.
What they didn’t tell me is that you wouldn’t gradually find friends,
And warm over time to your flat-mates,
Because everything’s on fast-forward,
So in the first week you’ll meet girls so like you it’s scary, and in two,
You’ll be in tears with girls from your flat,
Because everything’s on fast-forward.
What they didn’t tell me is that you wouldn’t miss your old friends so much
That you’ll Skype with them every week,
Because everything’s on fast-forward,
So you’ll bypass the stage of phone calls and Skype and of being upset
And just imagine that they’re right there,
Because everything’s on fast-forward.
What they didn’t tell me is that you wouldn’t miss your home how you thought,
Or your parents or siblings or pets,
Because everything’s on fast-forward,
So you’ll go straight to sobbing in bed while your hands clutch hot chocolate
Because Mum made it for you the same,
Because everything’s on fast forward.
What they didn’t tell me is that absolutely everything’s on fast-forward
And it is terrifying, but so, so wonderful.




What They Didn’t Tell Me / Fast-Forward

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It’s autumn and that makes this a perfectly reasonable outfit, right? Excuse the mess.

It’s autumn and that makes this a perfectly reasonable outfit, right? Excuse the mess.

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the problem with cooking for myself is that some days i’ll only eat an apple and then some days i’ll eat potato wedges, a whole pizza, four slices of toast, three slices of bread, half a bar of chocolate, some soup and a bowl of cereal. like today.

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I just got the strangest package from my mum… Okay.

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Oh, this could be a lot worse.

Oh, this could be a lot worse.

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I would like to pretend that this is some sort of interesting fruit tea however it’s actually cold medicine and that is the unfortunate flip side to starting university.

I would like to pretend that this is some sort of interesting fruit tea however it’s actually cold medicine and that is the unfortunate flip side to starting university.

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This is a campaign I am a fan of.

This is a campaign I am a fan of.

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Dungarees are quickly becoming my best friends. Also my hair looks nice this morning.

Dungarees are quickly becoming my best friends. Also my hair looks nice this morning.

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Freshers fortnight ended yesterday… Also today’s an open day for the year below and it’s very very strange.

Freshers fortnight ended yesterday… Also today’s an open day for the year below and it’s very very strange.

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i have just unfollowed so many people that follow no longer looks like a word. follow.

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amazon is a sort of self harming institution; it’s trying to kill books and sell them to you cheaply. it’s capitalist self destruction



one of my teachers doesn’t like amazon all that much

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your first challenge is to realise that you are more or less on your own



something from my shakespeare workshop at uni today

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i have been at university for almost two weeks, but i already know that there are people here who i could talk to about anything. i could wake them up in the middle of the night to cry about a boy if i wanted to but we can also debate the future and literally anything else. i just want to know why i never felt this way about the people who were my ‘best friends’ for seven years back home.


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