I’ve started this new silly project where I write drunken college application essays (based on real questions/prompts from the universities’ websites).
this one’s for Donna Tartt’s alma mater— Bennington College. ✨🍻❄️🪦💀📖
Learn spells, practice rituals, make deals with the dead, uncover mysteries, and more while at Brackroot Academy – a magical school for adults swimming in horrors.
Tangled Blessings is now crowdfunding. Pick it up here:
Tangled Blessings is a solo journaling or two-player RPG inspired by dark academia media, ghost stories, and graduate school. The game only requires a deck of tarot cards and a way to record the story. Meet your rival and see if you can beat them after four years of study.
I lost the passion that comes with living
Since I started university
I took a geography course to learn the datelines
And maybe use a sextant
But now I just press facsimiles
And you're exactly who you wanted to be
Well, that's what you said
'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all day and lay in bed, but
You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
And pay my rent and reproduce then feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
'Cause this is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me
Oh, I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
And what was your thought when you realised
You'll never feel naïve love again?
Was it pain or was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you'd been?
The shyness waiting for his phone calls
Replaced by apathy and dating apps
You held his hands, it felt like flying
Now he's just another man
You'd rather he was inside than beside you
But he's talking marriage and a future
He's picking a lock he doesn't go into
His knife in a wound, he's a suture
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
'Cause this is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me
Oh, I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
And it's okay, anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay, anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay, anything to make me feel less numb
It's okay, it's okay
I just finished reading The Goldfinch and I haven't felt this way after a book since reading The Book Thief I think. I've lived a lifetime and aged a decade along with Theo.
Читая Щегла ты словно оказываешься по ту сторону истории. Страх от терракта, пыль забивает легкие, боль, отчаяние, жара Вегаса, вкус дешевого алкоголя, первая привязанность, звонкий лай собаки, холод зимы Нью-Йорка, взросление, запах антикварной мебели, ты впитываешь чужую жизнь касаясь кончиками пальцев чернильных букв.
Carel Fabritius 1622-1654 “The Goldfinch” 1654 Photo is taken by: @robertpuffjr A goldfinch is sitting on its feeder, chained by its foot. Goldfinches were popular pets, as they could be taught tricks like drawing water from a bowl with a miniature bucket. This is one of the few works we know by Fabritius. He painted the goldfinch with clearly visible brushstrokes. He depicted the wing in thick yellow paint, which he scratched with the handle of his brush. (This writeup is taken from the description at the museum.) Mauritshuis, The Hague, the Netherlands #thegoldfinch #fabritius #carelfabritius #fabritiusandthegoldfinch #mauritius #mauritshuis #historyofart #arthistory #greatworksofart #artmuseum #art #artist #masterpiece #painting #museumvisit #artlover #artists #artblogger (at Mauritshuis) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg77PIzvl10/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=