#light academic aesthetic
i find broken loveintattered books
i cannot even begin to emphasize how romantic signing off letters or postcards with “always yours” is. like… no one ever knows if they would be together forever. we love someone with the knowledge that they might not be in our lives in the future. we know we could fall apart. we still write “always yours”, because we mean to say, “hey, i know you might not be in my life forever, but you will have a part of me still. a part of me will be always yours to keep.” i need a moment
no one:
my brain every two seconds: yoOoOouRE IN THE HO OU S E AND IIIIII AM HEEEEERE IN ThE C AAA Aaa a a R CUZ IIII JUST NEEEED A QUIEeEt PLA A A A CE WHerE I CAN SCREEEEAM HOW I LoVe yOu-
no matter how loud you yell, fictional characters wont listen to you and that pisses me off quite a bit like god damn it will you just talk it through like stop walking the oTHER WAY-
i really need to stop dropping things and picking up new things on accident because i just saw a book under my bed and went “oh yeah im annotating that-” like i havent touched it in months.
This is the nineteen “last straw” apparently. Can you use a different phrase next time? If you’re so unhappy with my life choices, stop giving me second chances and just leave.
i really want to get up and go out and do things like go to the library and go get coffee with my friends but i for the life of me can’t get out of bED-
welcome to part 23529 of romanticizing every aspect of my life so I don’t fall into a deep depression: i listened to chloe moriondo and made rice and thought ‘this is it this is life’ like who the fuck does that
to the convince store worker that looked at me with worry as i put four monster energy drinks and sugar free mint gum on the counter, im fine im just not fine <3
there’s this boy with really pretty hair that i, for lack of a tamer word, am infatuated with. am i gonna do anything about it? absolutely fucking not-
“Here it goes again
The worst side of me
I’ve kept under my skin
Makes me feel uneasy deep inside
I couldn’t love myself properly
There was a part in me that was Unnecessary and far away
From my ideal self
And I broke it by force.”
- 댐인
alright. fuck small talk. let’s overshare about our trauma while we listen to hozier and drink day old iced coffee.
I’m annotating ‘Call Me By Your Name’ by André Aciman after reading it twice and I got to the scene where Elio keeps changing the way he played the piece and making Oliver frustrated and it took ALL OF MY WILL POWER to not cover the whole scene in highlighter. It’s one of my favourite parts in the whole thing.
Me: I love learning and studying and working. I am only complete when I read and annotate books for fun and write essays on obscure topics.
My 59 missing assignments: wanna work on us then?
Me: no <3
•Van Gogh’s flowers•
We have found out forever
That blood smells only of blood.
Something about angel wings-
Much about a broken heart.
How slow life seems to me,
How violent the hope of love can be.