#romanticisation

[draculaswidow]

[ashberrrry]

I'm basically a hopeless romantic with 0 social skills and high standards

[opheliapenning]

Ginger hair in Pre-Raphaelite artwork 

Lady Lilith,  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Love’s Shadow, Frederick Sandys 

The Soul of the Rose, John William Waterhouse

Ophelia, Arthur Hughes

The Lady of Shalott, John William Waterhouse

In the Grass,  Arthur Hughes 

(i hate to be annoying, but if you’re here, please consider checking out my poetry under #opheliapenning)

[anatidephobia]

how can i romanticise studying at awfully modern university? the building is fairly new and of course everything is technically advanced. but there is no soul in it

what should i do to feel very dark academia mysterious historic beautiful classical aesthetic?

i need help i ain’t agreeing with my university years being so basic

[inkyskye]

i present… astrology/celestial academia???

so i don’t know if this has been done already but!! celestial/astronomical/astrological academia aesthetic

think…

purple half-moons under your eyes from staying up late to watch the meteor shower from the university’s observatory tower

ink stains across your hands, smudges on crisp parchment as you scrawl essays about planetary alignment and black holes

learning about the stories behind the constellations from different cultures’ mythologies around the world

lectures in glass-ceilings rooms, candles burning low into the evening

lying on your back under the stars at midsummer, watching the moon on the shortest night of the year

[hauntedbythenarrative]

The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952, Allen Ginsberg//tr. by Yvette Siegert, “Extracting the Stone of Madness”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972, Alejandra Pizarnik//Letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1928), Virginia Woolf//Xinyu Han (Chinese, b. 1998), Next Question, 2020. Oil on canvas, 18 x 24 in.

[millie360]

∿ trying to romanticize school ⊹ ( ◞‸◟✼)

[cyberiapinksosa333]

you are someone else now

i think

i’m not so sure

maybe you were always someone else.

[youngdreameruniverse]

Manifestingmanifestingmanifestingmanifestingmanifestingma-

[engmariammx]

Hey there!

I’m Mariam, gonna be starting my 4th year of biomedical engineering in 2 weeks.

Until then I’m trying to lose some weight I gained in the summer :( so I’ll be sharing my progress :)

After my classes start, this will be a studyblr and an attempt to romanticize the last year of college.

Enjoy :))

[hold-my-hand-please]

that feeling when you meet someone and you immediately feel comfortable. everything just fits. i loved you in a past life

[ashberrrry]

me??? obsessed??? with someone who doesn't feel the same way about me??? yes

[itscrystql]

i have to go

and i can’t be with you

any more

don’t call me up nor text me

you loop me into a daydream that never ends

only for as long as you’re staying

I’ve got to go home.

and drink in the dark forest woods,

once again, beneath my shell of loneliness,

i’ll always keep in my heart,

the memories and the mess you made

the white chaos that beats from within my chest

and when you give me your last kiss goodbye,

i’ll weep and wail only for an eternity

—the only forever i’ve ever known

[x3nshit]

there’s so much more thrilling stuff to experience like skydiving and scarier rollercoasters and surfing and scuba diving and bungee jumping and paragliding and

[depressed-goblin-nightmare-girl]

I’ve wanted to go home for such a long time, but I never knew where home was.

I think maybe home is the feeling you get when you’re with your best friend in sixth grade, sitting on their bed and laughing so hard that you can’t breathe,

Or maybe it’s when you’re walking through the woods and you look up and watch the rays of sun splintering through the leaves,

Or perhaps it’s when you hold hands with your lover as you walk down the street, and they softly rub their thumb against yours.

I know that I’ve been home before. It’s just been so long.

[milalna]

Moving abroad

Moving abroad is such a big step and then again, it’s just the same as moving to another city.

Everyone is telling you how brave and wonderful it is and everyone romanticise moving to another country. And yes, sometimes, especially in the beginning it’s exactly that. Everything is new, no one knows you, your life is a blank canvas.

But than normalcy settles in, you get to know people, you find a routine. And you realise, that you won’t become a whole new person. You are still you, you won’t suddenly think or act differently from before. It’s the people who change, they are new and get to meet the current you, without being influenced by the you from two or five years ago.

And while you are there with all the new people, only with the new people, you will see your old friends from home, together, taking these new steps with people they already know, while also making new friends. It’s hard to watch sometimes, to be left out, to not be able to be there, when everyone else is meeting up, just because you are a little bit farther away from everything. Not far enough that every trip home is an event, but not close enough to spend money for that just because. Because everyone else is home. At home and in your new home and you are by yourself. And you will ask yourself over and over again, why you didn’t just move to the city, everyone moved to. Cause it would have been so much easier, so much better you think.

It’s hard to stay in contact with friends you don’t see regularly. And sometimes it’s hard with new friends. You don’t share the same experiences from school and childhood with your new friends and your new day to day life is different from the one your friends at home have.

And when everything gets to much and you just want to return home, you start romanticising your life again. Because it is necessary that you see the good things again, because even with a routine there is so much to see, because it isn’t romanticising, if you focus on the facts. Not every fact is bad, there are a lot of good facts.

Moving to another country was the best thing I could have done. It gave me a lot of perspective on my past and the distance from everyone I know to process it and start getting better. There are still times, many times, where it is hard, when bad memories from the past mix with difficulties from the present, when I am sad and alone and don’t have the energy to get out of bed to do something. Still, I don’t think I would have realised how bad it was, if I hadn’t gotten this space, this complete new experience, without the people who have expectations out of my every day life.

I am still afraid of failure, still afraid that I made the wrong decision, still afraid of the people I left behind and of what they are thinking about me, still afraid that I don’t fit in, still afraid of a hundred more things, but finally and slowly learning to leave the old fears behind and focus on the new ones. And I finally start liking myself again, even if it still feels wrong just to say that.

Rambling again and using to much “but” and “and” on the beginning of sentences.

x Mila