When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
~ George Gordon Byron (1788-1824) ~
Nothing will ever beat the peace of reading by a window at sunset, indulging yourself in another world far away from your own, or in someone else’s thoughts.
Watch this it’s so fucking important, and if it get taken down you know
Dark academia/cottagecore solidarity??
I follow all of the cottagecore tags because I want to see what’s going on over there, and sometimes I like to wander over.
Gays, yearning, fascinated by what most aren’t, possible odd dress sense, super cool
Here are my two favorite rings, I’ll be posting more aesthetic pictures like these because that seems to be what’s popular. Good thing I had a photography class this semester and have a whole backlog.
Weird little girls have such powerful minds
However creative and original you think you are, a weird little girl has more knowledge in her little child sized pinky than you do in your entire body
Whatever makes weird little girls lose their power as they grow up is truly evil and I will never stop being mad about losing it
100 days of productivity 3/100
(Not my photo)
I didn’t post yesterday because the only productive thing I did yesterday was working.
Today I went to work, came home and sat outside. I watered the plants in my garden and pulled a few weeds.
my favourite pastime is finding out the piece of classic lit i just bought has a ninety page introduction and preface in the front and a hundred pages of notes on the text at the back, all by some old white man i don’t care about; flying into a rage and ripping the literature out of the book; and rebinding it myself as art in its true form without the analysis of someone whose ideals couldn’t be further from the writer’s.
“YEET THAT BOY INTO SPACE! YEET IT!”
Me, referring to the SpaceX launch
Chaotic academia is over-analyzing cheesy TV shows until you’ve completely outstripped the author’s intent
30th May 2020
my nani (maternal grandmother) sent me “Women in Love” ; I sketched a few of Da Vinci’s anatomy studies and then used an old magazine to sketch a character
when i read that everythings a self portrait, the hair stood up on my arms. i’m far too afraid to be myself when i dont know what im painting.
Whenever I even simply think about looking into your deep green eyes, I fall in love all over again.
“ There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.” - Jean-Paul Sartre
seaside last year and one of my recent paintings.
working from my bed today but at least i’m awake
Today I will be drinking black coffee with TWO TABLESPOONS of sugar to reflect my personality, the sweetness hiding the dark, bitter and virulent truth.