I Yearn For The Sun On My Skin

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

non ho ragazza in oggi, il giorno di san valentina. il mio amore è l’arrampicata, questo è la mia corona di spine… la mia croce a sostengo. non problema! xD

“che tempo fa?”

“fa brutto” i say

“what?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS SO NICE OUT THE SUN IS SHINING?!”

real interaction i had. it is 15 degrees outside…. nothing about any of this is pleasant. the only solace i get is my warm room

i asked her if she wants to hang out again but i kinda want her to say no… i could have just not texted her. whatever.

one day i wake up and i feel fat, the next day i wake up and i feel skinny. like nothing actually changing about my body its all in my head o my god its so fucking annoying

last night was a smuggling run around the west indies

one of my professors says that “no one comes out of childhood unharmed” and i think its important to know all the trauma you carry with you, because a lot of people do possess some. this isnt to say that you have to get along with everyone just cause you can see why they are the way they are. however, realizing, or trying to realize why people do or act in certain ways is powerful. i dont like to use the word trauma because its been beaten into the ground. but all the good and the bad you have experienced shape you who are now, and theres no running from that. i think that both positive experiences and pain make you stronger. i do not trust people who attribute themselves to one or the other. i was just thinking about this as i make a futile attempt to fall asleep, and i have nowhere else to put this XD

a flock of eunuchs is actually called a conspiracy

We're stunned by this beautifully bound anthology of Persian poetry, created in the 16th century!

Attributed to present-day Turkey or Iran, the manuscript features ornate gold detailing and pages painted with watercolor and ink. It contains poetry by Amir Shahi of Sabzavar (Iranian, born in Sabzavar–died 1453), Maulana Nur al-Din `Abd al-Rahman Jami (Iranian, born 1414 in Jam–died 1492 in Herat), and Nasir Khusrau (Iranian, born 1003–died circa 1066).

The pages are composed using qita’i, a découpage technique in which letters are cut from colored paper and carefully arranged on contrasting folios.

The full anthology is part of The Metropolitan Museum of Art's open access collection and available to view on JSTOR.

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