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Research ideas for bored people

Religious cults in ancient societies

Poison and why it’s so prominent in mystery novels

Methods of forensic investigations throughout the years

Influence of fashion based on past media

The transition to the Renaissance and renaissance philosophy

The pioneers of Pop Art

Artists in times of war

Music and political propaganda

Symbolism in surrealistic art

The Trail of Tears

Dead branches of evolution

Art Fraud

Barbie doll fashion

Southern Asian Empires

Advance of science and maths in Islamic kingdoms

Dark academia and its subtle racism and elitism/classisms

What defines as ‘alien’ in different cultures

Opium War

Modernism in South America

Egyptian revolution

White washing in media

Racial identity in the Caribbean

History of puppetry in Chinese drama

Problems revolving organized crimes

Cuban missile crisis and the Cold War

any true crime case that fascinates you

Your views on immortality

Feral children and the impact of isolation

Themes of self discovery in Albert Camus ‘The Stranger’

Early concepts of feminism in literature and then later on music

Add some of your own in the comments :)

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want someone who randomly re-confesses their love for me every single day just on a whim

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oh look, it's little miss can't fall asleep without her goodnight wishes

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hopeless romantic

i've always loved the feeling of being in love.

as a hopeless romantic,

i want to feel the adrenaline rush

that leaves me in a frantic state

as my pulse goes up,

which then i would brush off

"i don't need that kind of stuff".

but deep down, i know i long to feel love

the kind of love between warm pages of books

like how every romance movie would ensure

i wanna write thousands of poetry

and be the reason someone goes to therapy

but then again,

maybe the kind of love i want is too much for them

so surreal, it is insane

maybe someday i will end up kissing a man

but somehow still spend the night drinking a bottle of champagne

alone, as my tears fall

in vain

for i am a hopeless romantic,

after all

ー eva, 2/19

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yeah i can be an asshole but i'm sure as hell i'm capable of making u smile like an idiot that u already are

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reflection

we were so much alike

you and i

from favourite colour

to our taste in guys

our bond was like no other

yet maybe that is why

i could never love her

as my companion

tell me how could i

if sometimes i can't even love

my own reflection

ー eva, 2/6

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almost something

they were friends ;

friends who spoke like lovers

and acted like a couple

for there were barriers that

burst their bubbles

and defied all the odds of "what could've been".

no strings were attached

yet the feelings were shared.

no, they didn't date

and they definitely weren't exes,

it was perplexing.

but deep down they knew,

they knew

they were each other's ex-something,

an ex-maybe,

more like an ex-almost.

'cause oh only heaven knows,

they were the perfect definition of "almost".

ー eva, 12/17

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invisible ink

he is an open book

with different handwritings

filling every blank page

yet all along

there was an invisible ink

brimming every surface

ー eva, 1/29

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if you said you know them, no you don't

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you don't know about their tear-stained cheeks,

for they always seem to glow radiantly, so to speak.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

little did you know about their silent battles,

for their mind told them to put their feelings in a bottle,

shove them away,

albeit much to their dismay.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you have zero idea about how badly they wanted to shout,

yet no words come out of their mouth.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you really don't,

for their tears are full of unspoken phrases,

the evidence of their untold misery,

and the anger they hold within.

ー eva, 1/18

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my favourite reverie

oh

to be smitten,

tangled with silly little cuteness

as the butterflies flapped their wings

a little too furiously.

it felt so short,

like fleeting moments

slipping through my fingers.

but the cold breeze

the smell of rain

and the memories

will remain,

unforgettable ;

my favourite reverie.

// eva, 11/27

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annotated books are my weakness

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it just makes me incredibly happy whenever someone asks "as usual ?" or "our regular spot ?" or something along the same lines like ????? omg ???? we have our own special spot ??? and things that we do frequently ??? to the point where it becomes our thing and something that only we know about ????

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“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” 

― Rowland E. Robinson

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i'm such a whore for pinterest

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hopelessly in love

the odds

were never

in our favor

yet maybe

we are always

going to be

sort of,

kind of,

slightly,

and lowkey

in love

with each other.

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ー excerpt from “will you please be quiet, please?” by raymond carver

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flowers ??? handwritten letters ??? back hugs ??? forehead kisses ??? head scratches ??? deep talks ??? inside jokes ??? moral support ??? random and spontaneous dates ??? being comfortable and relaxed around each other ??? crying and being emotionally vulnerable with each other ??? saying i love you without actually saying it ??? just accepting and loving that person completely ???

hELL YEAH