Cottagecore Academia

My desk has been taken over by this research paper. How do you guys keep yourself disciplined during the winter break?

Box with my photographs and poetry.

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if you were a form of art, darling

i bet you would be a poem

one that sets aflame a beau's heart

one that makes you flush to the skin

one as enchanting as your eyes

one as vulnerable as our hearts

and the one that i would recite and secure between pages

pressed against wildflowers

— ava

please, please don't screenshot or plagiarize my work, you can reblog if you'd like.

If it doesn’t burn a little then what’s the point of playing with fire? -Bridgett Devoue

Albert Edelfelt, Flowergirl, 1884 & Portrait of Mme Weissgerber de Stragewicz, 1887 (details)

“I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf  (via mercurieux)