when i’m about to be happy
you destroy me in pieces
intensions are different,
in tension you leave me
no pain turns my mind into hate
my love is more than i can break
give me peace in this mess that you’ve build
stay, and i will give you more than you ever did.
monolithic love that i’m telling about in my monologue,
it is story for two
and i wasn’t even a drop
in your pool.
My kind of academia aesthetic
Listening to Chopin, Beethoven, Mahler, Debussy and Ravel and closing my eyes when the best part comes on
Going insane when the author I'm studying does something great-incredible-admirable as I start to fall in love with him/her
Thanking artists for sharing their art and assuring them silently that their message arrived
Trying ballet steps whenever I come across a mirror + the sound of pointe shoes, theatre's particular smell, tearing up after curtain calls, reharsing pantomime in an empty studio
Heart clenching all the time when a piece of art just strikes me good
Feeling spiritually connected and dreaming to have a chat with Virginia Woolf, maybe while drinking some tea
Knowing Opera arias by heart and humming the melody while busy doing something
Also, being super excited when it's almost theatre time! Like soooo excited! Can't wait!
Studying in an ancient benedictine monastery in Sicily and exploring every inch of it, walking a lot randomly and finding new pretty and quiet places to stay in
Looking up during a boring class and contemplating old frescoes on the ceiling
Tying ribbons in my hair
Ranting angrily about Lancelot in "Le chevalier de la charrete" to my best friend who absolutely had no idea about what was going on
Randomly telling my brother things I learned and him asking for more because I usually make him laugh a lot
Bragging about how much I love every subject I study and absolutely not regretting my choice
Smiling while reading because that passage was sooooo smart-written
FEMINIST. APPROACHES. AND. WARRIOR. WOMEN. IN. LITERATURE.
Taking pictures of the sky everywhere because I always look at it as the ultimate source of beauty
Intense philosophy lessons during summer, held by my father who studies philosophy just because he loves it, and exchanging facts about it during the day
Writing frantically my book's next chapter on the bus during my way home because I were daydreaming so hard about it before (+ my friend telling me it's as good as poetry)
Saving all the exhibition tickets I have been to
Being humble and ambitious at the same time
Telling everyone i'm studying humanities because the worlds needs to change and them not understanding how the two things are linked
Some quick tips on preparation for the next academic year, from a veteran!
:)
new homescreen!!! ios 14 is a godsend tbh
fairy pngs were posted by @geokitties
snake book cover and space banner posted by @nemfrog
all of the app icons are stickers from procreate
If only I had the balls to actually end it all
Hello everyone, this challenge was made with the 2020 October calendar in mind but you could apply this to any month. Allow this challenge to guide you through your October up to the Samhain full moon.
What will I get out of this challenge?
What can I expect from this month?
What should my efforts be focused on?
How can I prepare myself for the upcoming week?
What is my current mental state?
What is my current physical state?
What is my current spiritual state?
What is the interaction between my mind, body, and spirit?
How can I reap the benefits of my efforts?
How can I rest my spirit and find peace?
How can I take on this week with an open mind and spirit?
What in my life is draining my energy?
How can I energize my mind, body, and spirit to take on the day?
What am I missing in my life?
How can I prepare for a new start?
What goals are most important to me?
What is the first step to pursuing my goals?
What is the root of my suffering?
How can I let go of pain?
What am I holding onto?
What relationships should I focus on?
What is holding me back?
How can I push past my doubts and keep moving forward?
What can I expect from the sun in Scorpio?
How can I honor my ancestors?
What are my spirit guides trying to tell me?
How can I heal my wounds from this month?
How can I connect with my higher self?
What do I need to do to prepare for the full moon?
What did I accomplish this month?
What do my ancestors want to communicate to me on this day when the veil is most thin?
Jack Stauber’s full albums: Night drive music or abstract tunes that make you feel like you’re floating. Jack Stauber’s unextended Micropop songs: Vaguely familiar childhood memory. Jack Stauber’s extended Micropop songs: A combination of the previous two. Lemon Demon: If you took the general feel of the songs from Phineas and Ferb and then made it mad scientist rock perfect for listening to while violating the laws of nature. I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: A demon of the arts tormenting an immoral and backstabbing rock star for his hubris. The Oh Hellos: You ate a plant that looked pretty and now suddenly you’re in golden fields in a high fantasy world as two extradimensional bards narrate your tales. Cosmo Sheldrake: You ate a plant that looked pretty and ended up in a dreamland where a spirit is guiding you without explicit care for your safety and only a focus on making sure you follow the letter of the land’s laws. Superorganism: I have no clue how it happened but liquid got turned into music and I’m not complaining. Porter Robinson(in Worlds and past it): Someone assembled a bunch of corrupted files of human memories back into an understandable form as songs. (Madeon but less happy) Madeon: The sun and fast moving winds. Like if high fantasy was modernized to the 21st century. (Porter Robinson but less sad) Miracle Musical: Fell into a box of old film reels and now you’re in a nightmare that you aren’t scared of, until you reach The Mind Electric and you are absolutely 100% horrified. Lemaitre: If Porter Robinson made pop and was more than one person. (also tfw you’re a band from norway with a french name and song lyrics in english. mr. worldwide) Half Alive: AJR but orange and less memory based. AJR: Half Alive but brown and less abstract. Caravan Palace prior to Chronologic: The mafia is pissed at you(or you ARE the mafia?) and nobody speaks in full sentences. Caravan Palace after Chronologic: Somebody dipped my electro swing band in a new coat of paint. Cavetown: Not everybody has a guitar and experience with writing good lyrics so somebody’s gotta be the one to say what everybody wants to communicate if only they could make music. Glass Animals in ZABA: Forest spirit teaches you about the wilderness until you piss him off bigtime and and he chases you out. Glass Animals in How To Be A Human Being: Who gave the forest spirit access to the personal lives of several troubled people and WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO BE SO ON-POINT WITH HIS TAKES ON THEM???
Thanks for all the support.
Cr: @wolfieoffline
Literature
Losing yourself in whimsy, drifting somewhere parallel to reality. Passionate, frenzied writing in the heart of the night. Drinking the moonlight. Love letters lost between moments. Birdsong. Quiet looks, filled with meaning. Opinions you don’t speak out loud. Chopin’s Nocturnes.
Classics
A glint in the eye, like they know something you don’t. Books in different languages, scattered across every surface. Red wine, and blood, and secrets. Spirits stirred by the glorious weight of eras past, tongue heavy with the words of dead men. Marble busts of Greek philosophers. Reality dulling against the music of myth.
Philosophy
Milky tea and introspective mornings. Sun filtering gently into a quiet room. Reading in nature, sinking into the sound of the wind, birds or water. Margins filled with annotations. Long, grand hallways and the echo of footsteps. Conversations that last for hours, but feel like minutes.
Sciences
Notebooks filled with scattered calculations, terms, and theories, partnered with small pieces of flora and miscellaneous clippings. ‘Eureka’ moments. Wild eyes and chewed lips. Lying awake all night, your head buzzing with ideas. Piles of meticulous notes. Hunching over desks in dim lamplight. The feeling of puzzle pieces fitting together. The smallness of humanity, and the vastness of existance.
Fine Art/Art History
Huge, baroque ballrooms with renaissance paintings on the ceilings. Staring up at them until the real world dissolves and the images spin around you. Early spring. Foxes in the snow. Classical music. Vintage teacups, and slow blinks. Laughter covered by fingers. Dancing where no-one can see you.
Political Science
Fast strides and black coffee. Enthusiastic debates with peers, and discussions with your professor. Pages and pages of notes, scrawled so hastily they’re almost illegible. Running through the night, laughing with friends and going places you shouldn’t. A cunning smile from across a room.
History
Grand old buildings, shadowed with age and brimming with secrets. Old, rusty daggers. Tentative hands and determined eyes. Fingers stained with nicotine and ink. Old books and letters, shrouded in dust, that no-one’s read in a hundred years. Touching the pages, and understanding what it was to be alive in another time, seeing what they saw and feeling what they felt.
(dm to request a major for part two)
Crown - Selenite, Crystal Quartz, Moonstone, Fluorite, Amethyst
Third Eye - Lapis Lazuli, Iolite, Sapphire, Sodalite
Throat - Agate, Angelite, Turquoise, Amazonite, Hawk Eye
Heart - Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Malachite, Unakite
Solar Plexus - Citrine, Tiger’s Eye, Amber, Yellow Calcite, Topaz
Sacral - Carnelian, Peach Moonstone, Orange Aventurine, Orange Calcite
Root - Red Jasper, Obsidian, Red Tiger’s Eye, Tourmaline