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alexandrarosa · a day ago
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Aren’t you ever sad about all the moments you lose just because you chose something else. You see a balcony covered in sunshine, warm and welcoming, full of flowers, but you are not sitting there. You’re somewhere else. And you can’t come back because in a split second it will be gone. There won’t be warm sunshine cause the winter is coming. It’s your last chance and you’re missing it. And it happens every minute of our lives as we’re not able to be in more than one moment at the same time.
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katgerine · a day ago
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My masters programme is starting tomorrow and I’m actually really excited. Unfortunately my first lecture was cancelled for covid reasons, and i can’t attend the scheduled welcome session. So first day Wednesday instead I guess! Spending this sunday doing some anatomy studies 🌝 ft. some photos I took when I was in Edinburgh
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muzlfa-things · 2 days ago
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it's bizarre that the anonymity makes us feel more open, makes us want to share things about our personal lives which nobody who knows that we exist is really aware of. we constantly want to change our identity, escapism is a human trait .
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libraries-and-wine · 2 days ago
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𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚
messy handwriting
doodles of flowers and/or skulls
wearing brown oversized knitted sweaters
soft cream skirts or trousers
burning the corners of pages
classical music playing in the background of your study period
posters of your favourite composers on the walls
a black or white ring on your finger, your hands wrapped around a hot mug of coffee or tea
spending to much time reading or writing, a candle to keep you company
the turning of yet another page
soft brown on your eyelids, a dark colour on your lips
long study sessions in libraries, curled up in a chair, stacks of books waiting to be read
your skin painted with ink
books in your bag, a pen used as a bookmark
a leather belt around your waist, jeans on your legs, a button down tucked into your pants
standing in the centre of a museum
sketching a sculpture
writing down everything there is to know about paintings
letting the rain caress your hair while carrying an unopened umbrella
smiling when you must write an essay, a yawn coming from your mouth as you finally go to bed
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somethingacademia · a day ago
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“I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.”
Antonin Artaud
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curseofmxcbeth · 4 months ago
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Things of bittersweet beauty:
empty perfume bottles
dead roses
deserted hallways
abandoned buildings
unsent letters
old photographs
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baeslibrary · 6 months ago
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i have decided to personally take on the mission of pushing more black girls/women embracing soft moments into the world (though i myself am not an artist)
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