Beginnig Of Fall - Academia Aesthetic

academia aesthetics by university major

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)

people do be fucking talented out there

art by inst: @flat.white_

My therapist- John Lennon saying and I oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s isn't real, it cant hurt you

John Lennon saying and i oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s-

this is one of my shitty art works from today :( anyways i’m feeling like i totally forget how to draw and it drives me crazy which not good and i’m tying out this new style or maybe even technic to draw when you do it by layering, which i already used when i was drawing not digitally which acril but rn in digital art i feel like i totally suck at this stuff and i just really want to learn to do it better. so for now i have goals and this whole quarantine took my motivation and power and i just want to be finally free and wish it is going to be soon because i’m literally dying which is not good yk yk

Continuing my streak of making quizzes that are more like weird experiences than actual quizzes with a New Creation!  

Have you ever wanted to be assigned a Real, Human Man Name? Well, now you can!

Dear me,

You're nothing .

10/8/20

Jeez, long time no see! I hope to start making some more original content again over the next few months seeing as the uni grind is beginning once again. I’m currently starting some research towards my dissertation on gender in early modern england (can’t believe i’m going into the last year of this degree…) 

It’s been a whirlwind couple of months, for me and like,, everyone else on the planet- got my second year feedback and averaged a high 2:1- relieved to say in the least! Whilst I’m back on the grind now, here are a couple of productive things I’ve found great for filling up my free time: 

1) Learning a new skill- I’ve always wanted to try out yoga and meditation, seeing as I’m neither peaceful nor flexible. I try to practice 3x a week, and I’ve already noticed improvements in my breathing and flexibility, and I’m just feeling a whole lot calmer! Think of A Thing you’ve always wanted to try, but put off because you thought you’d be no good at it, and give it a good stab while you’ve got the free time. 

2) Reading. All. The. Books. I set myself a challenge to read thirty books before results day, to keep my mind off of it all- proud that I’ve succeeded! Reading is such a peaceful, productive passivity and I will never cease to shut up about it. 

3) If you can, getting outside for a good long walk. In this heat, a good 2 hour walk around my area with my boyfriend, or a podcast, has been a really nice substitute for more high intensity cardio. It’s also a good idea if you’re looking for ways to get outside without putting yourself in a high risk environment- changing up your regular route can be the greatest little adventure! I somehow ended up by the Thames a couple of days back, which was so cool. 

4) Pick up some extra qualifications to boost your CV! I work part time in childcare, and am interested in teaching, so I got a little online certification in developmental psych to stick on my CV. 

5) NETFLIX. So much netflix. Good binge- able shows I’ve been loving include The Umbrella Academy, The Sinner, Nightflyers, and Another Life. Also, I rewatch brooklyn nine nine every. damn. day. 

Hope you guys are safe, and well! 

It’s Not Over

I think of you at night, and when hearses drive by Their trembling vibrato cracking over the uneven pavement Like the wavering voice of a gloomy love song I see you in those mournful processions People marching with memories round their necks A hanging noose dragging like an unheld leash Oh I think of you Your absence filling my head Like the lungs of the drowned fill with water

Don’t tell me I’m too young to get it Like the words I’m speaking are just braids of sounds Devoid of meaning Of course, they’ll never be enough to make you stay Nothing I could try would keep the feeling from going sour The loss from setting in But even if you walk, it’s not over Listen, won’t you It’s not over till I say it is And my mouth is stitched closed As in those grinding dreams where I lose all my teeth I can’t say I won’t say I choke on these same words It’s not over

Oh love, oh lover It was good once, it was pure Till I asked for too much Till I went and ruined it all with my monstrous hunger You’re right that I’m too young Just a kid who demands and takes but never gives Only pitiful tokens Noodle necklaces and cardboard flowers Finger paintings, where my touch still clings to your skin My heart on a platter Those poor childish offerings

I’m orphaned without you Orphaned and unhinged But even if you’re gone, it’s not over Listen, I beg of you It’s not over even as I’m on my knees Even as I’m half a person Small enough to fit in your shadow Perhaps you’re right Perhaps I’m too young I could cry and embrace your legs Cry like children do, When they still believe that tears Can turn on the light and make people come back

But perhaps I’m too old Perhaps I’m too tired And I can no longer rest my head on you In the curve of your shoulder Oh love, you should have come over

Inspired by Lover You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley, as requested by @samaya11