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home. its such a comforting yet terrifying word. something makes you feel at home because it resonates with you somehow. you could feel like home to people because you're a mosaic of all the parts of the people in your life. anyone that meets you chooses a part of you that makes them feel at home. only a few might choose you as home.

but what about you? will you choose a part from the mosaic that you are, or will you accept your whole self as home? can you feel at home without any omnious thoughts like, 'what if it crumbles?' do you even have a home?

can you ever choose yourself as your comfort place?

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fuck swiping left and right, just write me a love letter

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Fernando Pessoa

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction

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Reblog if you would like a nickname in your inbox based on you blog vibes

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scent of a women (1974)

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why is heart associated with feelings and emotions even though it is brain who releases all the chemicals related to it ? the increased heartbeat and all, it is all the doing of brain but then why heart is present in all love poems?

I think it’s because we tend to feel emotions predominantly in our chest . Sadness feels like a hollowness, anger is constricting, happiness feels like soaring etc . Feelings in general aren’t very logical and so we’ve separated it from a part of our body that’s “supposed” to be logical. Our brains might say one thing but our feelings could so starkly contradict it- it feels only right to blame all of humans irrationality on an entirely different organ .

Also a lot of poems are more metaphorical than literal, so that probably plays a big role in why things are the way they are

Here’s an interesting take I found online

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Another year will pass and we'll ask ourselves "how did we change this year?" And we'll realize that nobody really changes, we just grow up, our experiences and perspectives broaden, some might become better and some might live with the regret that they didn't let their heart and mind open to new adventures and ideas.

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Haruki Murakami

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lmao im not surprised with my spotify wrapped this time ✨️

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Romantic academia:

Going on study dates to pretty libraries, fighting to find a seat next to each other.

On discord listening to them go through a powerpoint the night before their big presentation.

The Arts/Humanities one proof-reading the STEM one's motivation letters/long emails.

Reading through interesting research in bed together, sharing the one phone screen.

Alternating between who is the one making tea for the study session. (Bonus: matching study mugs)

Study breaks include marveling over some super niche knowledge acquired during the study session.

Emailing an article as a pdf, and titling the email "I thought you'd find this interesting :-)"

Setting a timer for a cuddle break when the assignment work gets too overwhelming. Celebrating together when the assignment gets done.

Sharing the excitement of finding a new productivity app / stationary shop / study hack.

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When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.

- Lemony Snicket.

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{Tokyo Story (1953), Dir. Yasujirô Ozu / Nizar Qabbani}

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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Adding the word ‘aesthetic’ to all your searches is such a hot girl move