#oxford diaries

[literatureaesthetic]

oxford, comma

#i have a million posts to share they're all just sitting in my drafts😭 #oxford #photo diaries #photo diary #vacation #holiday #literature aesthetics #books #book #bookish #bookblr #bookworm #bookstagram #dark academia #booklover #books and libraries #lifestyle #aesthetic #vintage #retro #blue #london #England #fitzcarraldo #studyblr #study space #study hard #studying #study #college student

[partangel]

Hi! Did you end up buying a planner?

hello!!! i decided to acquire a travelers notebook and print my own montly inserts so they are not dated. it hasnt arrived yet ): !

since its already october i ended up feeling like buying a 14/18 month planner would be wasteful and i couldnt wait until january! besides ive always wanted to try the tn... it bothers me to throw away my past planners/notebooks but its getting to a point acquiring more would just be silly. i have so many of them lying around and occupying space for nothing!

i hope this change helps me being less wasteful.. im also planning on adding a commonplace insert too so i only have a notebook for everything! hopefully i can store the inserts more easily after i finish writing and it occupies less space.

#im probably going to get a zipper & a lined insert too for thesis / internship related matters #i know itd be expectable to use the commonplace for that but i think itd reaaaally confuse me #i also bought a sarasa grand in sepia black! im very excited to try it out #and a very small traditional notepad for quick alerts and list making that i hope fits nicely with the tn #i can share when it arrives! #OH OH and talking about stationary i got this very traditional school notebooks because recently i discovered that the faculty of philosoph #of oxford shares the powerpoints and lectures about general philosophy #and that reaaaly inspired me but i cant learn without note-taking so #so yeah. trying to be “less wasteful” i swear #i had a poetry journal... an art journal... a diary.... a planner... you feel me..? #it was getting too much

[eikooowie]

Looks at my precious boi Harvard Marks and Carl Oxford both of them i still love him

#deca police #decapolice #level 5 #harvard marks #carl oxford #my precious #harvard and carl both of my oshis #eiko diary #eiko oowie activity

[blackwldcw]

@headlessbutnothopeless asked: ♚ ((Mentioned it in DMs, but I really like the short drabbles of RP events - do you write/post fanfiction at all?))

{Hey! Thank you for sending one of these in <3 I very much enjoy your blog, too, based on what I’ve seen.

And I used to. Unfortunately, not anymore. I’ve been working on a novel unaffiliated with any fandom in my free time, as well as this blog.}

#headlessbutnothopeless #{ out of character } #hint: my novel is about a bi poc shape shifting dragon with roots to ancient Babylon #most of the characters are poc and queer as well #main human protag is a trans man and his boyfriend is Jewish #and he finds dragon lady’s diary in a secret sect of hunters underneath an Oxford library #I could rant about it for hours lol #first draft is 375 pages so far #but I need more beta readers #before I consider submitting it to a publisher

[calamarr]

heehee I got accepted to a post-bacc at Oxford gonna have a Europe moment this summer

#as my friend said ‘you’re going to be an Oxford baddie!’ #okay to reblog #dear diary

[bibiville]

found a cute hoodie at the thrift today 🫶🏻

#material gorlll #tumblr diary #oxford #academic life #I’m a smart bitch #except I could never get into Oxford #we manifest tho

[pszostvk]

01/07/2022

#photo diary #oxford

[fromunderdreamingspires]

Oxford is ready for Christmas and so am I!

#starting my break today!!! #im so excited to just eat and sleep and read for pleasure #this year has been so tough #oxford #phd diary

[literatureaesthetic]

this city is the definition of dark academia | oxford

#oxford #london #holiday #vacation #photo diaries #photo diary #literature aesthetics #photography #architecture #gothic #england #books #book #bookish #bookblr #bookworm #bookstagram #dark academia #booklover #books and libraries #studyblr #study space #study tips #babel #the secret history #donna tartt #college student #study #study motivation

[anything-but-predictable]

December this year is so much better than the last. It doesn’t feel too bad thinking that I’ll celebrate another Christmas season away from home. ✨

#daily musings #personal #life lately #random thoughts #oxford #online diary #pinay nurse #uk nurse #gpoy

[eikooowieocs]

Decapolice yume HarvBrietta and CarlMizuna at Indonesia

#eiko yume ocs #prokerala yume diary #oc x canon #oc x cc #decapolice #deca police #harvard marks x ocs #carl oxford x ocs #harvbrietta #carlmizuna

[eikooowie]

My fb friend make this for me because i love Harvard Marks

#decapolice #deca police #harvard marks #carl oxford #level 5 #eiko oowie activity #eiko diary

[corallapis]

Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (Vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for 18th June 1923

— Monday 18th June Glorious weekend at Oxford with Paul [of Serbia] at Longwall House.¹ We retraced all our divine years there together and it made us very sad reminiscing on our lost happiness ... but I suppose thousands of youths for thousands of years will return to the green quads and grey cloisters to relive and recapture, for a few hours, their old bliss. Today we motored to Sutton,² too beautiful in the full summer sun. And all day we drank in the enchantments ... I was most amusing and witty .... Mary Baker, my great American friend, who has been in love with me all her life,³ and who was very rare and fragile, made friends with Paul. In the cool evening we motored to Hackwood, where we find a pomposo party. — 1. Now an annexe of Magdalen College. 2. The Manor House, Sutton Courtenay, Oxfordshire, where Channon was a recurring guest of Norah and Harry Lindsay; see entry for 4th July 1923 and footnote. The Lindsays hosted regular intellectual and establishment gatherings at the house. 3. See entry for 2nd February 1918 and footnote. [Since I’m not posting the 1918 entries, here it is: Mary Landon Baker (1901-61) was the daughter of a prominent Chicago lawyer whose family was friends with the Channons. She and Channon had been sweethearts from around the time she was 16, before he went to France in late 1917. Like Channon, she would also live in London after the war. She is said to have received sixty-five proposals of marriage, but accepted none of them: whether this was because of her waiting in the hope of Channon asking her can only be conjecture.]

#chips channon #channon diaries #1923 #1920s #prince paul of yugoslavia #mary baker #magdalen college #oxford #sutton courtenay #hackwood park #🕰️

[evabritt]

10.26.22 Fall Break in the UK

I just got back from my first college fall break in the UK. I went to Edinburgh, then Oxford, then Edinburgh again. (It was cheaper to fly into Edinburgh than London). Maya and I’s flight from Berlin landed around 11 am. We wandered around the city all day in the cold rain. To be honest, I didn't know anything about Edinburgh before going there. I react blindly to every life decision I make. It was beautiful. The town was this dark grey-green color, medieval stone coated in centuries of moss. We were dropped off in a newer, more touristy, part of town but even the Apple Store had a gothic-style apartment on top of it. Right off the bat, we unknowingly climbed up the tallest summit in town. Had I been informed of all the hills in Edinburgh I would have gone to London instead. However, I managed to keep my cool about the hills around Maya. I'm worried Maya might have a crush on me. I don't think I'm being delusional. Every time I’m alone with her she mentions her complicated relationship with sexuality. God, why is this all I ever talk about? Then sometimes she’ll mention that she wants to kiss a woman right now. It makes me act so awkward. I just try and weasel my way out of her trap. I find myself needing to do that a lot. 

Maya requires a lot of guidance. She is often very forgetful and generally unaware of her surroundings. She chews with her mouth open. This aspect of her makes me sperg out. Historically, I can't stand the sound of chewing. I will move away from anyone without shame of social repercussions. Often, I will tell the person they are chewing loudly. This is a flaw of mine; I need to stop being so critical of people to their faces. Anyway, Maya truly is a bit of a mess. Probably some undiagnosed DSM nonsense. Otherwise, she's super awesome. It's impressive we can be around each other for so long considering how annoying I am. She is a very kind gentle person. I tell her all the time she's exactly like Miss. Honey from Matilda. I used to love that movie so much. Miss. Honey was probably also a little autistic. We’re like three peas in a pod. 

Then we got on the overnight bus to Oxford. The seats were better than on the trip to Copenhagen. We had a random connection to a local bus. It was like 4 am and there was some old guy having a rageful freakout. We got off that bus. I was shocked by how much suburban England looks like suburban America. They had a parking lot that reminded me of home. This is one of the many successes of globalization, you can feel at home anywhere you go. 

Seeing Henry for the first time in a year was wonderful. It was strange to be on his turf, not the shared grounds of our home town. When he came to the corner to greet us we exchanged a stiff hug. I introduced him to Maya and immediately started trying to fill any potential silence with random questions and jokes. Luckily conversation flowed pretty smoothly. I think Henry has gotten better at conversing with age. I have a pretty strong attachment to Henry; I didn't realize it until this visit. Something about this time felt really special. He took us to some natural history museums around Oxford. I kept insisting he play tour guide with me. He took me to different artifacts and artworks and shared some anecdotes about them. It made me feel so special. There is something very sophisticated about actually talking about art at a museum. As compared to aimlessly wandering around like a bored tourist. I felt very accomplished. Maya kept walking away on her own. I'm not sure if she felt awkward or was just being a considerate friend. Or maybe she was mad I dragged her all the way from Berlin to flirt with a guy from high school who has a girlfriend. Hopefully the former. Meeting his friends also made me feel important. One of his friends, Jack, discovered the oldest human remains outside of Africa. It was a tooth in Georgia. On our first night there we got drunk and played Uno for way too long. The second night we went out to a pub and were home by 11. I'm not sure why I am surprised that people at Oxford are pretty nerdy and not interested in partying. Especially all the ones studying archeology. 

Henry and I’s life used to be so intertwined. We spent so much time doing the same things. Partly because I made sure I was always doing the same things he was. I remember when we would sneak away at speech tournaments, or simply have a moment with just us alone. I have such a pure, untarnished infatuation with Henry. My feelings for him are simply good. There is no resentment or awkwardness, just a nice warm sensation in my chest. I feel like the best version of myself around him. He’s the perfect person to redirect my criticisms. Maybe part of what makes these memories so good is that they are from long ago and cannot be tampered with. I have this small pocket of time that is just pure love and goodness. Now, obviously, our lives are so different. I think our connection has been strengthened because we both live so far away from home. He reminds me of home, though. Perhaps thats why I feel this connection is strongly  is because he satisfies my growing homesickness. My life changed a lot after sophomore year, as I’m sure his did too. I had weird relationships but always think of him. He has a girlfriend now, her name is Angela and she is from China. She’s pretty, nice, and probably good for Henry. I cant find a reason to hate her. I wonder if she noticed anything weird between Henry and I. 

Its strange then to think that just 48 hours before my reunion with Henry, I was having sex with Uwe. As Ive already established my relationship with Uwe, Ill keep this direct: Here is a text message I sent Talulla recounting that experience: i arrived to his apartment building which is basically a massive compound. only german citizens can live there which is strange. anyway i am standing outside and can’t find his doorbell so he has to come get me. he comes down and is wearing basketball shorts which honestly was extremely off putting. at this point i was getting worried that it was gonna be cat person vibes. but he explains to me that he got of off work late which is like an adultism that i guess i don’t really understand. he shows me around his apartment which is pretty small. his room is like the size of our bathrooms, he has a twin bed that i’m pretty sure came from Ikea. he has a nice living room with all the interior design taste you would expect from a 26 year old german working in IT. the kitchen is very nice and new. the apartment was super barren which was a bit depressing. he starts cooking us “super spicy” Chinese  food. i guess he’s super into chinese food and doesn’t really eat western food. this is an insane thing to notice but it was really bothering me how uneconomical he was while cooking. like he would use a new spoon or bowl for every ingredient which is super unnecessary and just wastes clean dishes but whatever i guess. the food was actually pretty good but not spicy at all. maybe it’s a german thing or maybe it’s a him thing but hes not a very good conversationalist and just isn’t asking me questions about myself. this is nice i guess because honestly i don’t want to tell him things about myself but it’s also kinda sad to be 26 and bad a talking to people. he told me he has a younger brother that’s older than me which is awkward. anyway then we finish dinner and our beers. at this point i’ve had three beers and am on the border of tipsy and drunk. then he just goes “do you want to make sexy time now” and honestly it was just such an insane and hilarious way to ask for sex i simply had to say yes. so we go to his small twin sized bed and he starts kissing me. he’s not good at kissing. but it all felt very by-the-numbers because we didn’t kiss for long. Thankfully. yeah then we fucked and it was fine. not as painful as my first time. i honestly think i just kinda spaced out. then he finished and we laid in his twin bed and i asked him about how the german education system approaches the topic of world war two. we also talked about how many serial killers come from the mid west. i’m glad i went through with the sex because it feels good to know that i’m not totally doomed to a life of celibacy. but i still didn’t feel particularly into it. like we could have stopped at literally any point and i wouldn’t have cared. it was just kinda like an activity to me, like painting my nails or cooking dinner. then he set a timer for when my bus would come and i went home. i’d give the whole experience a 7/10. I’m writing this about a week later. He invited me to go out with some of his friends. I don’t  think I want to keep seeing Uwe. It’s clear he wants a real adult relationship and I feel not good about that. Its weird to me that the age gap isn’t weird to him. My brain isn’t fully formed so I can get away with this but him? His brain stopped growing a year ago. Its just so fast and passionless. It’s too easy. It was perfect with Henry because it was only in my head. Uwe isnt in my head at all and thats the problem. 

Back to the timeline: The bus ride back to Edinburgh was long and boring. I was sitting in a seat with a blurred out window; this caused me much despair. I love looking out windows. Its probably one of my favorite pastimes. I can stare blankly out the window for hours. The English country side is beautiful. It makes me think of the past. The big sprawling hills covered in lush green grass are so wonderful, the Brontë’s really knew what they were doing. I always wondered how Christine and Heathcliff were able to find the way around the moors. I still don’t get it. I love driving past little rural houses ands farms. I imagined what it would be like to grow up so far away from society, I wonder how different I would be. Traveling reminds me that there really are so many people in the world. In the busy Edinburgh central train station I saw so many people running in so many different directions. Maya once mentioned how many photos of us there might be in the world of us in the background of other peoples photos. I wonder what I look like as a background character. What if when you die, you got a book of all of these types of pictures. I wouldn’t want to look at mine. This feeling being aware of the size and scope of reality is universal yet so incomprehensible. I wonder why we cant describe it any better. 

When we got back in Edinburgh, we made sure to leave as soon as possible. We took day trip to the Isle of Bute. We went straight across the country though Glasgow. I got us turned around at the train station and we missing our connecting train. While deciding what to do next, Maya and I had our first little “tiff”. It wasn’t quite a fight or even a disagreement merely a…shift in tone of voice kind of argument. In the end, we waited an hour for the next train. Then we got on the first ferry we saw. The ferry made me sick and Maya made fun of me. Maya is from a small island an hour off the coast of Rhode Island. The only way onto the island is with a one hour long ferry. Often, she told me, the water would be so bad the waves would crash on to the boat decks. She also said there will be weeks in the winder when they cant leave the island because of weather. Thats sounds like a horror movie to me. When we landed on the other side of the bay, I was immediately entranced by the town. It looked like a town straight from 1980. Empty stores lined the old streets, about half the stores had up “to let” signs. The stores that were open seemed to cater to tourists of the past. The local diner had signs of the windows that read “where the locals eat”. The restaurant was empty. The apartment doors were kept propped open. The people smiled at strangers on the street. They had a gas station with two pumps. Maybe to some this is normal but for a suburban expat, this town is the greatest thing Ive ever seen in my entire life. I wanted so desperately to eat at one of there restaurants. I wanted to go to their churches, stay in their apartments. I think I need to move there. I saw teenagers getting out of school, running down a large hill in matching black uniforms. Had fate delt me a different hand and that could have been me. We ate fried Pizza that night, it was gross. Later the next day Maya got sick. Thankfully it was our last night. I took the opportunity to do some good old fashion wandering. I found a wonderful more residential area of the city and tried to will myself to go into a cafe. For some reason, I walked past so many and just got too anxious and left. Can Of Worms for a different day…

Now I’m back in Berlin. I feel happy to be back home, even if this isn’t technically my real home. Its weird coming home that isn’t your real home. Yet, I was so excited to see my street. Theres a really cool apartment building across from me; I love looking at it. I wonder if I’ll feel like this when I go home, if I ever get to go home. For the first time, I’m all alone in the flat and its lovely. I started to cook for myself too. I made lunch in my underwear only to realize my window was wide open. Besides that Ive just been smoking weed all day inside and peeing with the door open. Its total liberation.

#Berlin #edinburgh #oxford #diary #journal