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Just study. Study until you can no longer physically do so. Breaks are only allowed if you feel half dead or you are already done. become obsessed with it. The act of learning, of studying, of rotting away through the pursuit of knowledge. It'll take you far, my love, it will take you there

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nothng much like turning in a handwritten essay, four times the intended size, written entirely in cursive and blue ink as the first asigment to my economics class

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dreaming of such an experience in a country where the idea of autumn is as wild to people as the idea of an underground subway. Although in a sense, the lack of clearly defined seasons here in the tropics is, in its way, also romantic. With nature flowing in whatever way her heart desires.

I want to be in autumn, drinking coffee when the sun rises and tea when it sets. Feeling cozy in sweaters. Walking in the mist and stepping on dead leaves afterward the rain.

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I hate it when people are analyzing a book and someone goes "it's not that deep" or "the light twitched because it twitched it doesn't mean anything"

It does, it always does even if the author wasn’t aware it did when writing it. That's what makes art so fun. How much it can express, how many layers of depth it has. If we keep this nonchalant attitude towards art and literature we won't be able to truly enjoy or understand it. When you start getting interested in the deeper meaning of the media you interact with, doing so truly becomes so much more insightful and enjoyable + you get more out of it, for, you are actually making an effort to understand and comprehend, instead of passively consuming

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Zinaida Serebryakova - self portrait in the costume of Pierrot (1911)

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I like the wind because despite we’re unable to truly see it, it still holds power. It can destroy, it can push things even when they don’t want to be moved. Like thought, wind doesn’t have a physical form, but it’s there, and it can be felt. And it can change the course of things, it can change the course of life

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I am, above all, a seeker. I move through worlds searching, searching for who I am, searching for what I am. I will find the answers, I will discover them, they will discover me. I will keep searching, even if that search shows me that I am, in fact, nothing.

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Dark Academia Sunday Morning Routine

1.Sit peacefully between sleep and wakefulness. Never certain of which you’re feeling.

2. Open your eyes and stare at the sun through the window blinds. No idea even of what time of day it is.

3. Linger in bed for a bit too long.

4. Write something on your journal, unplanned, write as the thought comes out.

5. Get up and stare at your face in the bathroom mirror.

6. Drink a glass of water. Fascinated by the clearness of the liquid.

7. Breakfast. Slow and mindful. Still unaware of the time.

8. Read, or sit outside, everything is better if you can see the sky.

9. Shower, feeling your body, remembering your physical existence.

10. Get dressed. Carefully choose the clothes you’ll wear.

11. Face the day. You’ll be ready.

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𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄; 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆; 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.

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Child of mine, hello.

I’m Amelia, not new tu tumblr but new to this blog. far from normal but is anyone like that?

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15yo, intp, sx4, nicaraguan.

I love literature and i love life. i love everything that shows the expression of the human soul.

quite a person of strong convictions, i am not afraid to say what i think, I love life for more that I may degrade my mind.

favourite authors/poets: Virginia Woolf, Rimbaud, Chekhov, Federico Garcia Lorca, Antonio Machado, Alfonsina Storni & more

favourite books: The house of spirits, The waves, Frankenstein, the Iliad, the divining comedy, Demian, the secret history, the open veins of latin america & other basic classic book

favourite painters: jules lefebvre, singer sargent, alphonse mucha, jhon Everett Millais, karl bryullov, mikhail Vroubel & a lot (a lot) more

books read this year: 19, current read: the goldfinch, Donna tartt

reader, writer, thinker, lover.

breathe in obsession, learning, writing, debating, history and agll.

open for moots and open for friends. DM me, spam me, love me and let me love you back.

I am a storm, I will blow, I will feel, feel with me.

note: i have a vent blog/blog on a certain side of tumblr that i wish to keep separate from this one. But you may know me from there