I used to be cool
Anonymous asked: That sounds pretty awesome to me, to tell you the truth. With what kind of languages do you work? For how long have you been studying it and are there any other you would like to learn in the future (or are learning nowadays)? What would you like to study in school?

Oh, so you aren’t a robot! I apologize. I translate from English to Czech. My stepdad is from England, so it’s a language I’ve been around for most of my life, and Czech is my first language.

I’m learning Russian too. As for school, I’ve already made my choice (English/literature), but am second-guessing it constantly.

Anonymous asked: where are you?

north of vienna

Anonymous asked: Are you a student or a working person? What are you studying/what kind of job do you have? What is the best and worst thing about it and why? If you could study or work at any job, what would you be doing?

wait, is this some kind of generic tumblrbot question or does anyone actually want to know the answer? (i have 5 followers)

i translate stuff for a living, kind of, but plan on going to college. i enjoy the work most of the time, because it’s low-stress while simultaneously providing room for growth. i even like the actual process of translation. it would be even better if i had more opportunities to translate stuff i care about (the rules of futsal aren’t exactly my greatest passion)

my favourite pipe dream is becoming a published writer lol.

a little bit of friendship shouldn’t be this difficult to find


share a coke with your own crippling sense of loneliness and inability to be mentally present in the real world


It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.


By midnight,
a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills

— E. E. Cummings, Let’s live suddenly without thinking (via whyallcaps)