#english class aesthetic

[jasmineaxd]

English class aesthetic 📄🖋

(Pics from Pinterest)

[razzberry-rain]

POV: The Great Gatsby got turned into a eyeshadow palette

[jackxo]

ℌ𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 🏛️

[luci3x]

studying is sexy

[the-posh-life]

[refulgently-transcendental]

i’m so glad i decided to buy my brit lit anthologies instead of renting, the physical copy is already coming in handy for other classes

[cozy-learner-lounge]

[1ts-izzy]

☆ gentle breeze

A gentle breeze drifts through the air darting through thin branches, rustling amber leaves hanging on by a thread.

Bare branches wave down to piles of rotting plants and fragile leaves, the ancient tree standing tall amicably. Their gallant structure stands strong against the harsh weather, ever watching repetitive change to the world around them.

The hazy sky is dreary with colourless clouds hiding the sun, enveloping the shrouded world above. Below lies the obstructive and begrimed roots, protruding from the muddy ground and inhaling cold autumnal air.

The gentle breeze glides towards the towering tree I desperately cling on to, the looming threat of being snatched away with it ominous.

The gentle breeze brushes past me, knocking me off my course and sending me into an oscillating path downwards towards other leaves that have suffered the same unchanging fate time and time again. I descend leisurely, brushing up against the hard bark of the tree I once clung on to. The bark is damp, mossy fungi growing up from the trunk of this ancient tree, clutching at anything to avoid being pulled away.

Other leaves gently decline to the muddy ground, accepting the end of their short life. I attempt to ascend to the branches I used to grasp at, sharp movements upwards towards peaceful refuge.

Another breeze drifts past me, pushing me downwards towards a unsavoury fate. I move from side to side, delicately being laid to rest atop of the ground that had been made besmirched with long fallen leaves.

[deaths-darling]

"Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with bout the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought -- and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds." [Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to his wife, Vera, 1923]

[burningvelvet]

“Labour is required for physical, and Leisure for moral improvement: from the former of these advantages the rich, and from the latter the poor, by the inevitable conditions of their respective situations, are precluded. A state which should combine the advantages of both would be subjected to the evils of neither. He that is deficient in firm health, or vigorous intellect, is but half a man: hence it follows that to subject the labouring classes to unnecessary labour is wantonly depriving them of any opportunities of intellectual improvement; and that the rich are heaping up for their own mischief the disease, lassitude, and ennui by which their existence is rendered an intolerable burthen.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab; A Philosophical Poem; With Notes (1813).

[unforgivablyshy]

Feeling so incredibly lucky to be studying art.

[razzberry-rain]

POV: Hamlet got turned into an eyeshadow pallet

[flowersforfrancis]

English, tea, and french jazz.

[jackxo]

ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶 𝔪𝔢

[lovelydrusilla]

thinking about... my anthropology professor talking about how people have been making art and creating things for hundreds of thousands of years and how we have always assigned meaning to symbols and representations and the art we make and how we've found ancient friendship rings because even then jewellery and art and creation were about love and friendship and community and how we translated those practical skills into learning how to read each other's faces and body language and relate to each other, ultimately creating the ability to read words and characters and books and how that has literally changed our brains and <333

[chaoticliterarystudying]

i thought “what’s more chaotic than my notes?” and hence this :D