art nouveau really slapped and served and they were so right about florals and curves and unconventionality and originality and being inspired by the shapes of nature and wanting to incorporate fine art into home design and rejecting the compulsory conformity of mass manufacturing like every time i see an utilitarian square bricks and metal building i want to kill myself immediately
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honey that is incest
Birthright, George Abraham
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an ancient reblog
Donna Tartt will write âin short, I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential wayâ, and what do you do with that? Sheâll write âforgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did notâ and what the FUCK do you do with that? I think the only option is going absolutely wild
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my head hurts , I kind of want it to burst
to be uncorked, released , champagne flowing out, eased
right now I am so full, of bubbles, air, clouds, dust
let water drip into my head and let my brain gears rust
feeling everything, a clouded atmoshpere
thoughts all over my body, simultaneously nowhere yet here
head under pressure, a shower head
am i being relatable or am i going mad?
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also attractiveness in the modern age is determined by looking perfect for images but not any allure or personality. remember when people were weird looking but attractive bc they were confident and had sex appeal and it didnt matter that their faces were not symmetrical
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mouldings with gray earthy tones
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I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I donât know if thereâs one word for it. Itâs not nervous or sad or even lonely. Itâs all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I donât belong here. I donât know how I got here, and I donât know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. Iâve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. Thereâs nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.
Iâm lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I donât belong anywhere, I donât want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.
(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela FischerovĂĄ, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) WisĆawa Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and StanisĆaw BaraĆczak, from âThe Railroad Stationâ, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from âThe Paradoxâ, No Matter the Wreckage
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DA reasons to improve your life:
1. Getting rid of many forms of social media will make you inconceivably mysterious. Are you an immortal that only texts and writes letters? Are you too busy devising a scheme or researching a lost civilization? Perhaps then you will exist more as an idea than a product of consumerism. Art was never meant to wear a price tag anyway.
2. Exercise to prepare for the day you have to leap onto that moving train to catch the figure who stole your carefully-curated research. Walk through cemeteries, the woods, museumsâanywhere that allows you to appreciate the aching, fleeting beauty of the earth. Get your heart racing to remind yourself that you are, against all odds, alive.
3. Dressing with confidence will have you walking with purpose and others guessing what your purpose is. Why do you always look so put-together? Where did you get that haunting ring? Whoâs chest wore that cardigan before you did? Where are you going with such enviable pride? They do not have to know that you wear a Phillyâs baseball hoodie to study late into the night.
4. Journaling madly and keeping lists of everything can nearly guarantee that your teeming brain will live on, immortalized, for an archaeologist one thousand years down the line to unearth a detailed account of a most interesting ancient life.
5. If you learn small psychological, herbal, and folk tricks to cure headaches, sooth stomachs, and ease minds, and perform them with utmost flare, many will believe you to be magical in nature. You do not deny it.
6. Tea is a wonderful method of hydration. Tears are a wonderful method of dehydration. Balance, my darlings.
7. Stare at yourself in the mirror. Stare for hoursâor maybe it will be only seconds. Stare, face lit by candlelight and stars, until your reflection whispers declarations of love to you instead of declarations of war.
8. Reading increases neuroplasticity. It also increases an optional knowledge of dead languages, forensic science, the blue-ringed octopus, Harry Potterâs favorite dessert, and why Orion Lake was not made for a deadly boarding school. Read late into the night; that isnât particularly healthy, but, like I said, balance.
9. Lay in the sun for ten minutes each day. You are now a cat; watch the birds with lethal curiosity; stretch with all the laziness in the world. Vitamin D is good for you, and so is contemplating the simple needs of all living creatures.
10. Eat fruits and cheeses; bread and honey. You are a Greek muse. You dine in the halls of Olympus. Somewhere in the distance, Apollo plays his lyre. You want to sit here, in this stunning palace in the great wide sky, forever. You also want your daily intake of vitamins and minerals.
Stay healthy, stay curious, and stay painfully aware of the aesthetic manipulation of self.
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i! canât! believe! iâm! going! here! next! week!!1!1!1!1
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Ravenclaw academia (as told by a Gryffindor):
Dunno why, but you all have really pretty handwriting but you refuse to acknowledge it. It's either illegible but looks beautiful on a page, or it's all neat and uniform.
Sitting in a particular spot to learn that's yours, where you just get lost in work or reading.
Having a rich inner world and spending just as much time daydreaming as in the real world, if not more.
Devouring information. Podcasts, audio books, library books, online articles, nothing is enough. (I also guarantee you're a master at finding where to find stuff for free)
Plastering your walls with revision notes, taking pride in seeing your hard work paying off as you feel the information beginning to stick.
Doing a bunch of extracurricular work, even if it's not in groups and you're not particularly outgoing. Online lectures, webinars, masterclasses, courses, you've tried them all.
Haunting the library, even if you don't end up borrowing a book.
Buying more books than you read until they pile up around your room.
Asking questions. All Ravenclaws I've met are the kinds of people who thoroughly understand a topic or subject before moving on. Like you're not the kind of person who uses words without knowing the definition first.
Being closed-off and seeming slightly aloof, but really flowering when it comes to discussions.
Adamantly reassuring people that getting bad marks doesn't mean that you're not intelligent, but beating yourself up when you don't meet the standard you set yourself. (Remember that you don't need to be perfect)
Loving the idea of studying, even if you don't do it much.
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imo there isnât enough academia in DA. give me studying! give me research! give me talented, proud students who love their disciplines and want to push themselves as far as they can. give me classicists using their history, their literature, their linguistic ability, and wanting more. give me mathematicians and physicists with their knowledge of the fundamentals of the universe developing a theory of everything, something flawed and messy and wrong but theyâre young and theyâre naive and theyâre god damn hubristic. give me long hours in libraries and all-nighters researching some obscure part of their field, hating and loving at the same time. give me passion! the academia shouldnât just be a setting. it needs to be an integral part of the story.
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arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean âthey asked âdo you love her to death?â i said âspeak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and âbecause my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" could have got jane austen crying and shaking
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