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quatrainofthoughts · 2 years
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Going through some major career decision changes right now. It's wild and frustrating, but I'm trying to make it work, one Duolingo streak save a day!
And then there's stress-baking banana bread.
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quatrainofthoughts · 2 years
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Haven't had a study space of my own for some time now so I've hijacked my sister's desk for now hehe. Here's to... A room of one's own! ☘️🤍🕯️🌜🌃
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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After a hectic festive week, I finally have some peace and quiet. It's only beginning to get chilly in the mornings but this season is such a mood booster! Hope everyone is having a lovely spooky season ✨
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quatrainofthoughts · 2 years
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Some of my favourite sections from Allen Ginsberg's "New England in the Fall: Autumn Gold". Written in October 17, 1966.
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Study session with my favourite fruit✨
Summer is my least favourite season but summer fruits are its salvation!
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quatrainofthoughts · 2 years
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I was studying but I ended up writing in my journal because I had too much in my mind and I NEEDED to get it all out of my head so I could focus again 😵🍂🫐🍵🕯️
Do you guys journal at a fixed time or whenever the mood strikes?
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quatrainofthoughts · 2 years
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Oh to be a prince, dreaming about his beloved talking about how to load a pistol...
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Those chaotic study moments when you try to do everything at once... 🌪️
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Haven't posted in a while because I've been on a mental health rollercoaster. I've decided to read more Indian women authors now 👑 And of course, studying goes on, as is the dream so I'm not complaining. 💖✨
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Sanctuary
My beloved is a paradox. I met her at the horizon of a muted twilight. The golden hour did nothing to her face; she bloomed brighter than the sleepy sun. I always knew her to be impossible; she knew I loved that about her. To me, she was a concept waiting to settle onto my bones like fairy dust. I wanted her to be true. Truly in my arms. She promised to never fade away. Her promises were concrete. My lover was a paradox.
My beloved was the language I wrote in. My creation, my muse. I could never paint her face right. I could never capture her true beauty. An ever-elusive love. Me, forever in the chase. I seemed to grow from her. She refused to be pinned down in my diary. She refused to be the flower pressed between its pages. Everything turns to dust, she said, but I'm here for you forever.
Men write of women as angels. Angels who spurn them. Angels who burn them which they write to be the fire they were forged in. But my beloved knew of my scared, girlish hands, littered with failures, hesitant to reach out to her. She took hold of me gently, guided me through the distant islands where Aphrodite blesses would-be poets like myself. Only, Aphrodite looked at me and said, "You have a longer journey to traverse, my child. Heartbreak belongs to women too. And not just to be all held in. Put aside your glue and pick up your pen again. Hold it like a scalpel. What bleeds through will be your ballad."
My beloved is an unfinished story. She teeters through the empty halls of abandoned dreams, somehow still finding them habitable. Hoping that someone, like me, would come exploring through those crumbling walls and find her waiting with open arms, full of love.
I'm a late riser. A slow explorer. I haven't found her yet. But I wear my heart on my sleeve, ready to be plucked at its ripest to satiate her hunger. I haven't seen her yet. But I feel her closing in on me as the wind blows past me. She sits curled in my inkpot, in the last vestiges of a fast fading morning dream. Waiting to be scribbled, but hoping to never be minted into a memoir.
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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I am obsessing over this paragraph so much. Even though I despise Rodolphe so much he is (literally) a textbook Fuckboy.
This paragraph though. It's so beautiful. The phrase "monotony of passion" is so interesting (and says so much about this guy who's legit BORED? of his affairs? The almost-tragic disconnect between his intensity and Emma's, and of the nature of their affair itself, and how it appears universal in all human communications in the last couple lines. Just 💖💖💖
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Some French Earl Grey tea to go with some French literature 🍵✨
(my studyblr has become a booklr for now lol but this is how I'm keeping myself productive in my free time)
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quatrainofthoughts · 4 years
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I was reading about 18th century English literature and came across this line. It's fascinating to see how certain aspects of our society that we think are unique to our own time and place have already happened before, and have probably started back then and have been happening continuously ever since.
Line quoted from- Daiches, David. A Critical History of English Literature: The Restoration to the Present Day Vol. 2. pp- 592
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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This is the only spot I get some decent sunlight in the entire house. It makes for a perfect reading nook :)
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quatrainofthoughts · 3 years
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Just a little bit of light reading before lecture begins ☕
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quatrainofthoughts · 4 years
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I have tons of reading to do yet here I am, trying to write a story for a competition. I'm thinking of sending my entry but... My mind is completely blank.
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