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…Nice receive.

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“love me or hate me, both are in my favour… if you love me, i'll always be in your heart. if you hate me, i'll always be in your mind.”

William Shakespeare

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Claude Monet, The Sheltered Path // A Corner of the Garden at Mongeran

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“I wish you a kinder sea.” 

Emily Dickinson

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I'm not looking I'm not looking I'm not looking I'm not looking....

Ah I looked 👀

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drink tea you’ve never tried, reread your favorite book, get up to watch the sunrise, write a letter, listen to the birds, knit a bad sweater, bake an ugly cake, sing at the top of your lungs, jump crazily to some music. feel, really feel life without any restrictions, no matter the size. 

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"I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end." - Richard Brautigan

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“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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been reading Kafka (instead of studying damnit)

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Circe and her Lovers

Dosso Dossi

Public Domain

**Does anyone recognize what magic circle that is? What’s she cooking up or rather what grimoire did Dossi get his hands on?

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in this moment, It’s raining like it rearly does, pouring on the grass in my backyard. Still, the sun is shining warm and bright, creating shadows and lights thorough the leaves of a tree.

this feels like spring to me

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1, 2: ‚The Wake‘ ~Owen Sheers (Skirrid Hill)

3, 4: ‚Gone From My Sight‘ ~Henry Van Dyke

Dienstag 26.05.2020

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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 space.

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)

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Rome will never fall